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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do get back to some happy writings soon :)
take care mate... cheers...
A grotesque wound.
I find one overwhelming emotion exuding in your verses of late. Powerful !
Nikhil
Yes,might be. Pain is after all universal.
thanks!
Thanks!!
Wondering why you smiled....
bechaare kavi kaa...
thanks!!
Will come back happily.
thanks!!!
Thanks!!
thanks !
Maybe I'm satirical :P :P
I hope all is well ?
take care and be good.
thanks!
thank you for the compliment.
All is well.Its fiction after all.
take care and keep writing.........
Thanks!!
Thanks dear !
wah wah
:)
Beautiful line from you...
And how true !