"Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
It's not my hands
or yours
It wasn't the girls
with their hard fingernails
or the motion of the planet.
It wasn't anything or anybody...
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway"
.
Broken Things that were once a part of life. And is now useless.At least, not irreplacable.
New people. New stories. New threads to be woven.
And the broken,old threads are inevitably swept away in a corner.By Invisible hands.
6 comments:
Lovely, m'dear.
ah! very nice! very optimistic! and very true.That invisible deliberate smasher can be called by myriad names...time, destiny,growing up.
This post makes loads of sense in a very subtle way.
@fishy,Rhea:-
thank you.
@the mad girl:-
i think the best name would be Time.don't you think so?
very beautifully expressed
Very well expressed!
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