Empty Tear Ducts

Bereft of the salty lubricant
of self pity and deceit, these
empty tear ducts that dried
up so long ago begin to hurt
like hell, the searing pain of
dryness runs like a red hot
iron branding soul……

Life is a sadist playing games!

Doomed to suffer in mute
agony, I manage a mocking
smile, making others think
I have a granite heart. But
deep down in the silence of
the soul, still I wonder, cynic
where have all the tears gone?
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03/02/08 R Jayachandran