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He crafted the world's
Most beautiful violin
It was also
The worst sounding
How could this have happened?
The difference
Both
Crushing
And astounding.
Even in free summers,
I shiver with the cold of winters
in the corner of my room.

Even in sparkling spring,
I taste the loneliness of autumn
in the corner of my room.

Even in bright festivals,
I drown in dullness
in the corner of my room.

Even in a room full of living people,
I am dead........
in the corner of my room.
Turning my frustrations into poem
Have you ever seen a demon?
Do not search in hell—it's empty,
nor summon in darkness.

Step before the mirror.
It does not lie.

It remembers—
the lie on your tongue,
the trust you shattered,
the God you abandoned,
the soul you betrayed.

The glass does not forgive.
It recognizes souls.....
And the face that stares back
will not be your own.
Demon and God both are inside us it's our responsibility to choose one.
So choose wisely
Life gave me
everything I needed
but took away
the one I wanted the most.
My heart fills with joy
Each time I see HP notifications coming by.
“Someone loved your poem” makes me believe,
Confidence blooming in words I weave.

I smile while reading comments in delight,
Each word feels like a guiding light.
“Someone reposted it” gives me gentle thrills,
A kindness that lingers, a warmth that instills.

And when my poem starts trending high,
I whisper thank you, with tears in my eye.
The road looked lone
with no footfall
leading nowhere, and
never taken by anyone!

Still,
I walked alone—
to reach nowhere !

Magically,
it led me…
to you.!!
Sometimes I ask myself —

why people meet,

why feel an instant connection

with a stranger,

why an invisible thread pulls

so strongly?

Is it destiny,

or just random

cosmic events?


YOUR HAPPINESS SURVIVED...

Did you ever think of
What happened to those glass pieces?

The shattered glass pieces
Held some of your happiness like
A mother breastfeeding a new born baby
It slowly gathered and tried to joined
The remaining left over happiness

Years passed but glass pieces
Never parted with your happiness
And preserved it with lots of care

The broken glass pieces
Still hugs and kisses your happiness
With the hope of giving it back to you

Your happiness is secure & safely alive
With the shattered glass pieces

The remaining life of the glass pieces
Is destined to more breakages

Don't worry if
The glass pieces are crushed, stamped
Still shattered further in more tiny pieces
Disintegrated into powder

Be sure whatever they do to glass pieces
It will not let your happiness go
It's clenching your happiness tightly

Come one day to find how
The glass pieces are living
Come and see the castle of happiness
The shattered glass pieces has built
Naming your happiness "An Angel"

What if I told you that
I am the glass of LOVE that encased your
Happiness and that you shattered...!

(Read the flashback story in NOTES below)


One day when you were a kid
Your happiness encased in glass = shattered
You cried and scambled
To pick up some of your happiness
You wrapped your happiness
with a cloth and put inside the bag
You dropped the bag in a river
But grasp some pieces of happiness
You put some happiness under lock and key
But your happiness was stolen
You tracked down remaining happiness
and now carry your happiness in your pockets
Sometimes, it falls, out, you find it
And YOU cherish what happiness is left behind

YOUR HAPPINESS SURVIVED...

Did you ever think of
What happened to glass pieces?

(Read the poem...)
deadened skin
a goodbye to yesterday

sloughed history
naked we begin
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