Broken stands a part of ME ..

What do I actually mean by “a part of me?” .. How was that broken???… Who broke it??… Why did he/she do that?? ... Well a few questions are always left unanswered.

A few months or probably a year back when I started writing this poem I had no idea where would it turn and where would it make me stand. A few disasters of your life are buried inside you and even you don’t have any idea how deep they have penetrated your soul. They worst thing about writing up your mind is that it even makes you write about the things, the past chapters of your life that you don’t even wanna think of.

Although in my writings I seem like an emotional person but in life I am not or may be it’s just that I express my emotions only through writing. This poem was written for my Best friend on our 6th friendship anniversary… Okay I know nobody celebrates friendship anniversaries but Yessss! We do. Tears rolled down my eyes while writing it all and I never thought I could be that sensitive.

Anyways I never planned to write a whole story but eventually it turned out to be one. Nevertheless I am still happy with the way it has turned out to be.

Broken.
Broken.

Busy in my whimsical day,Found a few pieces on my way,
Broken ,segmented & torn,A symbol of resilience in the morn,
I picked them up with a sigh,Hid my face, so they won’t see me cry,
Held every fragment in my hand,& ran back home as I couldn’t stand.

Arranged.
Arranged.

Ambivalent… Wondering how to fill the gap,
I arranged them all in my lap,
Fixed every bit with everything i had,
Mended with all the love,a delirious person can have,
Glued all the scratches,removing defection,
It smiled back at me,waving with affection,

Glued.
Glued.

Then time traveled,eclipse passed and the glaciers melted,

Glues dried,pieces joined and the wounds wilted,
That night,I imagined how beautiful it had been in the past,
And slept….

Imagination.
Imagination.

When i roused up it wasn’t where it was kept,
I recalled how i struggled for it to be corrected,
Then i saw something familiar,
As it had been resurrected,

Beauty.
Beauty.

It turned out to be a beauteous frame,
With it’s heart bulging and writing my name,

Bulging.
Bulging.

It was more enchanting than my imagination last night,
I took a steady step and got amused with delight,

I see myself.
I see myself.

I saw myself in a charming frame,
It was a mirror,written with my name,
YES!!..it was you my little ME,
More than just precious than anything could ever be..

My name.
My name.

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