What is in a tear that drips down like a blood from a retrieved sword. I ponder ,as always there are things that gets ignored. The façade of a withered hope or a burnt dream that still fumes within its ashes ,all has an embezzled truth by the reality. It's said let go off the pain as the more you hold back you get pulled down to the abyss. There are contradictions in life and one can definitely prove with ones life. The pain that gave a scar on your heart like a scar on the forehead for potter ,that's what that makes you survive ,as its not just the breath that keeps you alive. There is always a walk back to the cemetery of past as one still hopes a rebirth, though there is a proclaimed notion of being atheist. Its like  a cassette playing back the side all over gain just to know there are lines that got left unsaid. Emotions are truly the biggest magicians , as a moment of laughter that once was get's  swapped with tears with a trick. What really gets trapped in a tear ?,this question repeats all over again. The tissue into which that tear dripped down like the final icing on the cake  would dry off  with ease in the sun but the moist mind still yearns for a peep back to the past. It always remain a fact ,somethings are never forgotten in life or better said somethings are best when they are never forgotten in life. To the memories that still wakes me cold in a sleep, to the smiles that still talks back to me and to those  faces that never fades with time ,I write again a  goodbye note knowing within me some goodbyes are never meant what it really means.