Broken
Shards of Time
pierce my skin unseen,
while I gather
the broken pieces of my reflection.
Pin-pricks of pain
surprise me
when I put back together
my cracked image,
wondering
where the missing pieces have gone.
pierce my skin unseen,
while I gather
the broken pieces of my reflection.
Pin-pricks of pain
surprise me
when I put back together
my cracked image,
wondering
where the missing pieces have gone.
posted by thoughtraker at 6:32 AM
11 Comments:
Wow! that was profound!
Shorter the poem, the better, i conclude. Lovely poem. How come all the women are turnin into poets on DSS except for siggy-the sher?
keep writing ano
That was lovely Ano!! :-))
shards of time...nice!!
oooh...loved it...
so nice.. deep! just how I want a poem to be.. not too obvious on the outside.. but makes you wanna read it more and more!
btw, with me, I find all the pieces back, just that I dont recognize it anymore..
Funny...
dont u think that's the biggest missing piece?? :-))
Sighs!!
awesome!!
waqt ke tukde
chupp ke
mere maass mein chubhtey
jabki mein kar rahi hun
ikkatha
apnay pratibimb ke bikharay hissay
dard ki chubhan
mujhe karti vismit
jab samet-tea hun
apni bhikri aakriti
soch-tea hui
ki kahan gaye woh khoye hissay!
very nice poem ano.
vivek, awesome! (though i still need a few bits of it translated ;p)
ano,
i'm on a catch-up tour, and just commented your other poem. this one's just awesome. you are in a amazing stride. and to think you were complaining of dry run!
everything has been said, so won't repeat.
asuph.
thanks everyone!
and wah wah, vivek!
sigh ! at a loss for words !
nice ! very nice!!
:)
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