Sunday 16 September 2012

Pearls of my broken chain.


Whenever I slipped in to dark vacuums, you cracked open little creeks
for me to slip out as a butterfly, fresh wings and colour splash opens.

Standing alone here in this deserted old castle of memories, I am chasing
desperately for footprints, you assure me of all the fragrance still lingering.


I am here today and I move next day, my belongings packed daily,
I lost many and when I cry, you touch my heart, it is there beating, safely.

I am fragmented, parts here and parts there, solving puzzles of existence
you gifted me words and colours to heel my wounds, to collect myself thence.

15 comments:

  1. These couplets contain a wonderful sense of personal regeneration.

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  2. Beautiful expressions, Sreeja...so well penned!!
    Every time we think about past agonies, it exposes old wounds...A poignant one!

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  3. Lovely fragments...I can feel the wounds and hopefully healing will come with the collection of words ~

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  4. Beautiful fragments, Sreeja. I love the fresh wings and the spill of color and the comfort of lingering fragrance.

    ps~So nice to be better acquainted with you. :)

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  5. Amazing words as always ... your poems have vivid emotions in them :-)

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  6. I love the "deserted old castle of memories". Awesome!

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  7. I feel like I have viewed a personal evolution in three sweet couplets.

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  8. Such sadness here...hopefully your wounds have begun their healing.

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  9. I love your collection~ I love the way you gave us insight into your soul~ I love how you compared yourself to a butterfly~ Beautiful!

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  10. Beautiful expressions...much herein to feel about.

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  11. nice....there is something spiritual to this to me...even if there is isnt...that giving of strength to continue....very cool...

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  12. So interesting how the sense of butterfly is woven throughout these - even the heart like wings beating - and the splashes of color when the dark lifts. Very poignant. k.

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  13. Very expressive...I admire your ability of portraying the actual feelings into words. God bless you:)

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  14. "I am chasing
    desperately for footprints"...


    I really like that and could see that expanded upon!

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  15. How lucky to have a friend who can see in us and love us the way we are.

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