Pieces

Saturday, April 02, 2005 | 5 comments


by

Rajat Dua



My heart is but an ordinary heart
And its pieces, no treasures they hold
Pieces a million, like specks of dust
Torn away by the wind apart

Broken it lay, pieces blowing away
Till moistened by tears, they stopped their sway.
I asked you silent, I asked the world
Why break my heart, why make it pay.

The answers never came
But the wind changed its way
Brought the pieces back together
Though it will never be the same.

Yes, my heart is but an ordinary heart
And its pieces, no treasures they held
But now its mine, just mine to keep
Never to be torn apart.
Saturday, April 02, 2005 | permalink | 5 comments

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5 Comments:

nice poem. :)

- Sayanendra

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 08, 2005 11:39 PM  

Good work, Rajat:)

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 09, 2005 4:17 AM  

nice one :)

- Aloka

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 09, 2005 10:02 AM  

Oye hoye, dukhi dil ki daastaan. Very evocative, I like it for its imagery.

By Blogger Nickie`, at April 11, 2005 4:30 PM  

Bohot hee aala Ardy boy, sehi dil sei niklay huvay alfaaz hain sweety :)

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 16, 2005 8:30 AM  

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