Theme: Introspection


Looking into the broken glass
I wonder if people are broken too?
How does a soul break?
How does one break?

Through the broken glass
I see the ladies who looked into it,
checked their rosy cheeks,
fixed their lips,
wiped their tears,
covered their scars.
Where they broke when they looked into it?

Through the broken glass
I see
shattered dreams,
hollow ambitions,
ruins of failure,
the darkness of loss
Is that why the glass broke?

Through the broken glass
I watch
the colour of abandonment,
tint of gloominess
hues of neglect,
shades of despair.
Wonder which broke first.
Was it the glass?
Or was it the reflection?


More By  :  Mallika Berry

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Lovely.....

06-Sep-2014 07:36 AM

Comment Seems to be a beautiful poem on "Betrothal & Broken Dreams"
Loved the cliché closure maybe the catch-22 situation!
"Wonder which broke first.
Was it the glass?
Or was it the reflection?"

19-Aug-2013 04:45 AM

Comment Awesome. Loved it..

22-Jul-2013 05:28 AM

Comment Liked it very much. Your poem is exquisite cubism in writing. The whole world lies in pieces. I too am broken and trying to piece together!

20-Jul-2013 21:24 PM

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