The Broken Song

Broken is the word
Broken us the verb
That you can use for me
Its the thing that’ll set me free.
I’m broken, I’m in halves
A thousand times I’ve been ripped apart,
A thousand times I’ve been teared through,
A billion times I’ve come back though…
But life doesn’t stop, nor does the pain;
I have been kicked, thwarted, will be again.
Fall and crumble and break down,
And here, here, falls my crown
My crown, the broken, broken one
No, no, its no more any fun
But the day will pass, the next day may come,
When I’ll become again threesome:
With all vigour, my power, and strength
I may stand again, my feelings vent
And be the epitome of myself, more “me”
These broken parts stitched together, will make ‘me’ free, finally.

©Snehal Sahay 2015

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dEMISE oF tHe dARK

 

It has been 16 years of our relationship-you and me. 16 years of compromising-fighting, debating and then finding that nothing can be done. 16 years are nothing petite – I have known you better each minute, each second, but still- I don’t understand you, neither I care to.

Each moment passes like an year.

It is you who holds my hand all the day and you who envelopes me all long the night-only you. My sight, my feelings, my aura -everything is yours by mandate – every known and unknown.

I won’t lie – I want to flee away from you – so

 

mewhere really far…but my destiny binds me. Where ever I go, I find you.

No-it isn’t love. It never will be.

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They say you are my destiny, thus I have tried to be devoted to you, but never could.

No one can, no one will.

How can anyone, how can I? It’s you who eats my soul all the day and curses my dreams each night…you have taken my everything away from me – even my shadow……

 

I want to be free-can’t you get this? 16 years of our relationship, and you took away my everything – and I got simply nothing. My each breath struggles to be free; my each drop of blood yearns…

I have spent my nights crying in a nutshell and my days wearing a disguise of life. Why should I carry on? Why?

I didn’t choose you. What right do you have to rule on my life?

No, I am ending this finally- I am ending your unobstructed glory. I know, it will pain a lot, but I don’t care.

Some flashing strokes of light are knocking my door.

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Yes, I am getting my colorful world back. I am getting my eyes back! Our 16 years of relation is going to end.

Yes, this is happening…finally, end of your tyranny.

Finally- after 16 years…

Adios darkness, I am engaging with colors…

I can see everything…i can see light!

Your rule ends…happy demise…

I GOT MY EYES BACK!

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©2013 Snehal Sahay

 

This post is contributed to TRIFECTA WRITING CHALLENGE.

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LIGHT (noun)

 

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A tincture of each.


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What color do the winds have?

What color does the music high?

What colors do the feelings deep?

What color does the tears, the sigh?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color does the heartbeat have?

What color does my emotions?

What colors do the light of joy?

What colors do the rules, the notions?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color do our dreams have?

What color does our life?

What color does the words that calm?

What colors the words of hope and strife?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color does my smile have?

What colors do my pains?

What color does a child spread?

What color does the rain?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

A bit of snow, fields, mountains and ditch,

Some pain, some joy, some hide and seek,

Some lemon, some apple, some orange and peach,

Life is nothing, but a tincture of each.

 

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

 

© 2012 

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 Thanks for being with me friends, you all are different, special, away, near, tall, short, rural, urban,

  red, blue, green, purple, rainbowa tincture of each!

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Enjoy our paradox!

 

 

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