It has been long since I'd written something that I can associate with pain. And so the writer in me was waiting for an opportunity to feel something close to that pain that it wanted to pen down. Well, it was difficult and it wasn't quick, but then the I'm happy with the end result! ;)
What was going on in my mind while writing this, was the pain of distrust, and all that it carries with itself. I also wanted to try my hand at applying some paradoxes with the flow of the poem, just to make it sound different. ;)
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The mark of stitches
Shattered I appear,
that’s just the crust, you see.
Un-imaginable is the pain I bear,
invisible, it is to thee.
Piece by piece I stitch,
broken shreds of my heart,
to revamp the results of a glitch,
that tore it apart.
How entwined our lives are,
a push here, its effect there.
A glass of water falls down,
an army of ants, in the pool drown.
The eruption that destroys,
feels bad about the loss.
Does it stop inflicting a similar pain?
Does it go for a toss?
An action on someone’s part,
a cause of shame for another,
how un-necessary a burden is carried,
for an unknown’s brother!
Proverbs aren't always true,
their constant nature is the cause.
How often is the sky blue?
How often does the Earth pause?
One learns to love, again
and to trust as well,
the mark of stitches will forever remain,
in the mind doubts will dwell.
©itirmS
A smile can hide a million of tears n heal the pain that a person feels running through the veins :)
ReplyDeleteThat has depth. :)
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