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Somewhere there lie...

Pieces of broken me.

Gather I cannot

But stare at them.

Each is a memory - a part.

A beautiful one.


Yonder lay the heart-


No reflections, no names scribbled.

Just a void.

A  grotesque wound.

A frame without  a  picture.

A drop of tear,

And some petals dry... 


Priya said…
No human escapes from these broken pieces of life. Nice.
ninz said…
well written :)
Ms.Meduri said…
wonderfully written..!!!
joie de vivre said…
ouch!! kiska dil toota
Arv said…
Well written piece on that phase of life we just cant avoid...

do get back to some happy writings soon :)

take care mate... cheers...
Ria said…
very well written!!
Priya Joyce said…
u depicted the pain so well...
Tulika said…
Just a void.
A grotesque wound.

I find one overwhelming emotion exuding in your verses of late. Powerful !
Nikhil Menon said…
wonderful.. but why are u always so satirical?? :O

ANWESA said…

Yes,might be. Pain is after all universal.
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ANWESA said…
@Ice Maiden,

Wondering why you smiled....
ANWESA said…
bechaare kavi kaa...
ANWESA said…

Will come back happily.
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ANWESA said…
@lil' Priya,
thanks !
ANWESA said…
Maybe I'm satirical :P :P
sm said…
nice poem
rainboy said…
nice hai...
I hope all is well ?

take care and be good.
ANWESA said…
thank you for the compliment.

All is well.Its fiction after all.
Thousif Raza said…
you have a very deep bond with love and despair..... the way you put it out in words.... ah absolutely brilliant :)

take care and keep writing.........
ANWESA said…
Nikita said…
Beautiful indeed...
ANWESA said…
Thanks dear !
dil k dard ko agar koi shayari kahe to gham nahi... takleef to tab hoti hai jab log wah wah karte hein

wah wah
ANWESA said…
Beautiful line from you...

And how true !

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