What is a tear made of?

Often I sit in the dark and think what is a tear made of?
Is it the saline water that leaks from my eyes and breaks off?
Is it the emotional weapon that men dread and hate women for?
Is it a secret that everyone now knows of?
Is it the bad grade that came expectedly unexpected from?
Is it forgetting my wallet in the crowded wash room?
Is it my mother’s cuddle that I long for?
Is it that love I expected frm my best friend to get back from?
Is it the helplessness of not being able to control my freaky mouth and hurt some one close?
Is it the anger of not being able to be true to myself and stand for what I chose of?
Is it that frozen sea of my complicated thoughts that has started melting?
Is it the smile and cuddle of a baby that is precipitating?
Is it that old joke I shared with my friends?
Is it that roar I gave when I first met the worlds?
May be yes.. May be no.. may be may be.. a tear is all this and more..
A drop by drop account of what I had, what I hold and what I long..
It often comes to my mind…
why does it roll and feels so kind…
It always makes me lighter and brings on insights…
so here again I sit in dark wiping this crystal off.. it shines like a twinkling star on cloudy nights..