Shards of Me

Shards of Me

A Chapter by Bhavya Kaushik






..

 †The Evanescent screams†






...

† Shards of Me†

 

 

Scattered everywhere you can see,


Lost and broken shards of me.


With pain and agony they burn,


As I fail to put myself as one.

 




My little pieces lying down on the ground,


Helplessly and bleeding crying with pain.


So perfectly laid in an imperfection,


Begging for someone to unite them once again.

 




Here fell and came another shard,


Another torn and broken part of me,


To join the other lost and forgotten shards,


Scattered everywhere you can see.









© 2010 Bhavya Kaushik



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Now.. I am really bleeding.. I see this image and I say to my self..How can you still be alive... with all this pain..and you never let go.. and let your love healed you?
The pieces of the glass is your soul shattered , your life end and your heart stop..MY god..I can't stop feeling your pain and your blood is all over this poem
I totally bealived when a loved one dies we died many times after this person is already gone..and I know that when I talk to the wind God cries for he knows that sometimes the angel of death cries when he wound us with his dark feathers.. I know I have felt many times like you.. and I know for years I was in the dark.. not the light...I was not of this World..and for this..I know some day...In the future.. I will be able to . say
I know who is The Angel of Death.. I seen it and felt it.. many times
Countless... times this Celestial being is around me
You are way in my core.. now... and have nothing but
respect for you.. and I love your soul...and heart.
Magic

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Now.. I am really bleeding.. I see this image and I say to my self..How can you still be alive... with all this pain..and you never let go.. and let your love healed you?
The pieces of the glass is your soul shattered , your life end and your heart stop..MY god..I can't stop feeling your pain and your blood is all over this poem
I totally bealived when a loved one dies we died many times after this person is already gone..and I know that when I talk to the wind God cries for he knows that sometimes the angel of death cries when he wound us with his dark feathers.. I know I have felt many times like you.. and I know for years I was in the dark.. not the light...I was not of this World..and for this..I know some day...In the future.. I will be able to . say
I know who is The Angel of Death.. I seen it and felt it.. many times
Countless... times this Celestial being is around me
You are way in my core.. now... and have nothing but
respect for you.. and I love your soul...and heart.
Magic

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How much more artistic can you get? Shards of glass?? Are you serious?

The flow of your words keep leaving me in a total awe. I know i told you this before but u make it look soo easy in a majestic way. Its unimaginably flawless and excellent and yet it looks effortless... I always have admired you for this.

Amazing job Bhavya.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is amazing and so wonderful. I can feel or sense some lossness in this wonderful write. Very well written

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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