I am hypnotized by the shattered glass of my window pane. The jagged edges, the sharp corners, the pointed angles. I feel the tip of my finger twitch at the sight of the lone piece of glass that sticks out, inviting, intimidating.
The victim of an unsuspected blow from the rock that pierced through it, only to land in my heart, which beats away, nevertheless.
And in every little glass piece on the floor, I see echoes of broken promises.
16 comments:
Poetry in prose! But then, one has to bend down, pick up the pieces carefully and throw them out and sweep up clean. Much later, watch for sunlight glinting on the glass dust...
"...which beats away, nevertheless."
thats wat really matters.
we hurt people, and we get hurt by others too.. its only after a while that we realise that its an inevitable part of life.
I agree with Balan- "Poetry in Prose".
@ Mr B ,
Random ramblings , rather. And yes , sweeping up those pieces is such a tiresome affair..one cannot escape their honest reflections.
@ Amal
Yes , we move on..
@ Anil Sir
:-)
Why categorise and define ? These are just words strung together in a random way as they popped into my mind.
Honestly my comment was an observation not a disparaging remark. In fact the essence of the lines are equally good in the present form like what it would have been in pure form of verse.
Humm, Nice.Imagination is working overtime.......may be the 'echo of broken promises' is mere a "figment of imagination".
what happened??
lol!!..ok am sorry..but you know-i was reminded of something while reading this..maybe it was kinda an epiphany or something..you know how depressed i was at one time don't you? life was a mess with friends turning strangers..oh god..rest are not even suitable to be written online..at that time i too could see the "echoes of broken promises" on every broken piece of my tiny little heart..
but now..everything seems kinda ok..like- i accepted the things as they were..tried,tried,tried,,,tried. and finally..i feel all is ok,you know. take it from me-it stops hurting after a while.
as usual, nice write up. i guess i would sound like a kiss ass person if i talk about ur writings anymore..so..cool.
:)
@ Totalliemeh
Nothing happened , really. This was just inspired by events in someone else's life.
I am ok , dont worry.
@ Anil sir ,
Your comment was taken in the right spirit , not to worry.
@ ZB
Hmm...they sure are not.
Each blow leaves us in a different shape. Hope the jags soften soon.
I like this part "And in every little glass piece on the floor, I see echoes of broken promises"
I'm inspired to shoot a photograph based on this line. Thank you for inspiring me. :)
Sigh. The melancholy is pricking. very well written. :-)
hey!! what s it with the depth these days?? true life and profound..!
Again a nice work. This feels like, yes, poetry in prose! I just wish you'd write more often.
Promises make trust
Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
I've been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!
Thumbs up, and keep it going!
Cheers
Christian, iwspo.net
well..quite intense!!
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