As I cried but softly so;
by Shruti Goswami
The tears fell, not a sound;
I saw them turn to shining moondrops;
Flood the floor around;
And in their glow I bathed my soul;
And floated down my hair;
They promised me to make me smile;
And soothe down all my fear.
And then they danced, the pretty ones;
To music never heard;
I stared at them; the tears they dried;
And then I laughed aloud.
Their joy reminded me of times;
When I too lived and laughed;
In knee deep love vibrant as life;
When I was stabbed at heart.
And then accused; and trampled on;
To hide improper acts;
The moon drops, oh! They know not all;
So still they dance and fall.
But then they come; caress my cheek;
In countless forms and numbers;
I wish you too had kissed and rocked me
Into a sweet deep slumber.
But that is not to be my love, but that is not to be:
Tears they still do fall in memories;
As the rains come down silently.