In splintered glass
Its shards – sharp, silently
Holding the shrieks
Deeply felt, unexpressed…
When mirrored hearts
Unable to take the
Screaming pitch of
Untold grief
Simply shattered.
Broken pieces of emotion
Jagged ends of pain
Liquid molten ooze
To soothe the
Calamitous infinite moment
That endless eternal moment
I never thought
I’d recover from.
The splintered glass
And shards
Mirrored again-
Multiple hues
Myriad dreams
From whole to parts
Complete in each
Broken incompleteness.
All is not lost.
Each minute dream
Grows rich again.
Each reflected colour
Promises life again-
Each sliver, on it’s own
Finds itself again…
Life, it still has
Meaning.
2 August, 2011
(Written while supervising the senior children writing their poetry, on the theme, “Life, it still has meaning”. :D)
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December 2, 2011 at 9:52 am
Life, as is, has yet something to offer. Always. Motivated!
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December 2, 2011 at 10:29 am
Soumya 🙂 Thank you!
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December 2, 2011 at 5:08 pm
What is the meaning of life?though unbounded love is rifefocus is always on the strifeover flowers the choice is knife.When really will we understand life?”when mirrored hearts unable to take the screaming pitch of untold grief simply shattered……”Simply superb.
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December 2, 2011 at 8:47 pm
Amazing as always, Usha Ma'm.Life is a kaleidoscope of a 1000 shattered pieces that arrange and rearrange themselves in many different designs. You might now like all the designs , but keep turning the instrument in the hope of seeing something better.. 🙂
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December 15, 2011 at 6:06 pm
Govind, thank you. Blessed :)Sunitha, your poem was simply another level, and so moving! Thank you for your warm words
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