I’m broken .
Not like the vase that has been put together,
Not like dry Earth that has cracked,
Not even like a shattered heart.
I’m a broken human vessel,
And the crevasses of my soul remain invisible
There are no tangible fractures
That can tell you of my painful years.
I’m broken like a human being
With no likeness of my existence
I’m not an empty husk nor am I like the desolated desert.
A mere mortal
My shattered voice remains unspoken.
I’m drowning as I breathe,
I wallow inside the belly of the ocean,
I cannot see my hand when I reach out.
I don’t know if I’m headed for the surface or the ocean‘s death bed.
I’m broken and no one can see.
A little part of me dies with each passing time
They go away and hide in the underworld.
Like a stained glass of wine
Your thoughts linger in my infinite mind.
My soul dies every night when it sleeps under the care of God.
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Like the smell of green grass after a rain
You seeped into my home in a monsoon day
As I look up in the sky to pray
The rain shower gently kisses my face.
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The curtain never falls
And the show carries on
The stage is all red
With blood stains and the dead.
Onlookers stare in indifference
In the half-empty theatre.
They think it’s all merely a show
Seated in comfort arranged in rows.
The puppets cry and weep
Unable to break free of the strings.
They are all killed in the end.
No one is spared, not even a dear friend.
The silent cries fade away in the wind.
As the little girl sits in the dust
Her hand grips a disfigured doll.
She wonders,” must the show still go on.?”