Makhtub, living life as it comes

A word, let loose and away from the heart An emotion, thrown away in banter disregard The world is all turned to turmoil Alphabets and the thoughts are all left to wreck havoc within Are they justified or are they mere words Just one could pierce through rough exteriors and tough innards  Means of joy, measures of lives, words without emotions are just waiting To the angel to spread its wings and encompass in its all pervasive embrace  An angel with all but to be in lives and emotions  End each word or thought with or without is for the angel to finish So, angelic wings heave around the shores of each cry river  Am but at the shoreline listening to the deep rumbling waves  I am but a means to an end and an end to the means 

A tear, past the sunset, A tear, past the tearing grief, A tear, left Unshed for reasons known and unknown  A tear, for all the moments the heart is wrenched  A tear, for every moment  the heart felt pain unbearable  A tear, for every thought that pained all but oneself A tear, in thought and in deed are left unstained A tear, left unsaid and uncleared in the recesses of the conscious  A tear is but waiting to be a gem held aloft for the memory A tear, a gem, is all that is but left within