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A HEART


Somewhere there lie...

Pieces of broken me.

Gather I cannot

But stare at them.

Each is a memory - a part.

A beautiful one.

Desired,cherished,fulfilled.

Yonder lay the heart-

Empty,lone,aloof.

No reflections, no names scribbled.

Just a void.

A  grotesque wound.

A frame without  a  picture.

A drop of tear,

And some petals dry... 
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Priya said…
No human escapes from these broken pieces of life. Nice.
May 5, 2010 at 4:26 AM
Anonymous said…
well written :)
May 5, 2010 at 6:15 AM
Yamini Meduri said…
wonderfully written..!!!
May 5, 2010 at 9:00 AM
joie de vivre said…
ouch!! kiska dil toota
May 5, 2010 at 10:30 AM
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...
May 5, 2010 at 11:03 AM
Rià said…
very well written!!
May 5, 2010 at 11:33 AM
Priya Joyce said…
u depicted the pain so well...
May 6, 2010 at 5:27 AM
Tulika said…
Just a void.
A grotesque wound.

I find one overwhelming emotion exuding in your verses of late. Powerful !
May 6, 2010 at 9:56 AM
Nikhil Menon said…
wonderful.. but why are u always so satirical?? :O

Nikhil
May 7, 2010 at 7:38 AM
Anwesa said…
@Priya,

Yes,might be. Pain is after all universal.
May 7, 2010 at 2:15 PM
Anwesa said…
@ninz,
thanks!
May 7, 2010 at 2:16 PM
Anwesa said…
@Yams,
Thanks!!
May 7, 2010 at 2:20 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ice Maiden,

Wondering why you smiled....
May 7, 2010 at 2:20 PM
Anwesa said…
@Joie,
bechaare kavi kaa...
May 7, 2010 at 2:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@Arv,
thanks!!

Will come back happily.
May 7, 2010 at 2:22 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
thanks!!!
May 7, 2010 at 2:23 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
Thanks!!
May 7, 2010 at 2:26 PM
Anwesa said…
@lil' Priya,
thanks !
May 7, 2010 at 2:26 PM
Anwesa said…
@Nikhil,
Maybe I'm satirical :P :P
May 7, 2010 at 2:27 PM
rainboy said…
nice hai...
I hope all is well ?

take care and be good.
May 8, 2010 at 6:27 AM
Anwesa said…
@rainboy,
thank you for the compliment.

All is well.Its fiction after all.
May 9, 2010 at 9:02 PM
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.........
May 12, 2010 at 1:10 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks!!
May 12, 2010 at 7:47 PM
Anwesa said…
@Nikita,
Thanks dear !
June 17, 2010 at 12:12 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
dil k dard ko agar koi shayari kahe to gham nahi... takleef to tab hoti hai jab log wah wah karte hein

wah wah
:)
September 13, 2010 at 11:47 PM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
Beautiful line from you...

And how true !
September 15, 2010 at 11:48 PM
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