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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Threads of destiny

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Threads of destiny

bound together with me

 and you

magical

our history

still continues

but remains silent-

static

never ending

yet murmuring

waiting

for a new beginning…

 

(C) 2013

 

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Existence

 

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courtesy Google

 

 

Threads of destiny

Bound together, mystery

Remains their existence

Their relevance

 

Their reality

My identity

Can they bear together-

Individuality with fate?

 

What is my reality?

Purpose or providence?

What is my future?

My toil or thy dominance?

 

What is my existence?

 

© 2013 Snehal sahay

 

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Enjoy the paradox! 

 

It is a mystery

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It is a mystery

The way you laugh

The way you smile

The way you walk

The way you cry

It really is a mystery

The way you watch

The way you play

The way you talk

The way you mystify

It is a mystery

The way your lips

Form the perfect curve

The way your dreams

Surround my universe

It is a mystery

The one I love

The one I carve

The one I adore

The one I devour

It really is a mystery…

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© 2013 SNEHAL SAHAY

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Unknown, unseen, unsolved

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Unknown remains my identity

Unseen remains my passion

Unspoken remains my words

Unsolved remains my equation…

 

Always “made” my heart leap

When a new “doll” you got

Never did I cease to learn

When a new irrelevant lesson you taught…

 

Still involuntary, you knotted me

Into your beastly wrongs and rights

Still you enforced trapping me

Into your unearthly world of frights…

 

I still never looked right

Into your eyes, as you told

I was irrelevant when young

I remained the same when I got old…

 

Never did my eyes learned glow

When it saw the rain

Never did my words unrestricted flow

When it did severely pain…

 

I never asked a question. Never

Spoke against your will

Never lived “my” life here

Nonetheless cherished your still…

 

I never knew what it was that pained

I never got what you did gain

Out of these enormous extraneous feats

But I was wrong for all wrongs, I admit…

 

I never knew, I never needed to

I was eternally told

Rules are rules, “feminine” and strong

Prolonged and old…

 

I kept my head down

My voice discreet

My face someone’s personnel

My dreams, not for me…

 

 

Unknown remained my identity

Unseen remained my passion

Unspoken remained my words

Unsolved remained my equation…

 

And all it happened for the reason that

(As I was recapped, night and day)

I got infected via “feminity” before birth

In which sadly, I had no say…

 

[Note : Feminity is a virus that tells you “you are disgusting, rubbish, inauspicious etc.”]

 

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Thanks for being a part of my paradox! 

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It brings me closer to me

 

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Touch a string

Pluck a chord

Play it on

Let myself be heard…

 

Adding an unknown

In an unseen

Feeling the invisible

The one I have really been…

 

Being the raw

Key of a guitar

Taking the silence

Of solitude afar…

 

Clutching in my arms

And then letting it free

Entangling it in my fingers, around

Letting myself just be “me”…

 

Kissing the pouring rain and bliss

Of enduring notes and rhymes

Taking a deep mesmerizing dip

Away from the ocean of times…

 

Plucking a small shining chord

Humming an unknown tune

Speaking some unspoken words

Being my life’s own queen…

 

 

It brings me closer to me.

 

©2012

 

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I love music!!! It’s like the world to me! My passion, my release, my love, my soul and much more.

What about you? What is it to you?

Speak!

 

Thanks for being a part of my paradox!

 

 

 

Dreams are all you have

Dreams are high dreams are low,

Dreams are lucid, some just blow,

Life is one, and it’s all you got,

Forgetting your dreams, don’t let life rot.

  

There’s no count of steps you take

For the shore, when you are even not at the lake…

  

 

 

Always there will be questions a few,

Some like emerald some like dew…

 

Just have the courage to make until the end,

Success comes, but is not a childhood friend…

 

 

Time never comes, so drag it out

Work hard, wail and shout…

 

Failing at times is as normal as life,

Sometimes abusing, a bloody knife

Struck at the heart, with full blow,

Laugh at it, don’t let it make you slow.

Eiffel tower was not build in a day,

One day, hard work will pay,

Dream big and dream again,

Then, the clouds will sure rain!

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Hey guys! Just wrote it, do you all like it or not?

Well, actually, I m quite entangled in my dreams since some time, so found nothing else to scribble…hahahaa…. 😀

Comments….. ting tong ting!!! Now, since I dont get comments, if you like this, you have to comment too, otherwise…ammm…ammm…

I will…

amm..what can I do?…amm (scratches her head)..I will…amm..ok…no…amm..

yup. Got it, not good for your health… 😦

I will..

CRY…!!!!

Yup! I will…

Comment if you dont want me to cry, telling you, I m really emo type sometimes..

BEWARE!!!

😀

THANKS,

SNEHAL SAHAY 😀 😉