I have tried too hard
Holding together the pieces of me that desperately want to fall down in agony
Crawling past me, like a snail, mocking

The wells have dried
And I gaze down the dark abyss to see
My broken reflection, shimmering, like a gleam of hope

Heartbreaks are now routine
Like a cup of tea
I want to cry, but then I enjoy, thinking about sun storms and moon dances

The readings of the leaf imitate my brokenness
I swirl them to behold
An unbroken me.



An architect urban planner by profession and a poet by passion. Been published in several national and international anthologies and online poetry sites. Travelling is another passion I frequently indulge in.

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