“A piece of
broken thread
Inside pages
of a withered old book
Rusted, a
bit dusted yet lying there
Holding onto
stories it lived with,
Carrying
words it died with
Did one use
it to stitch wounds?
Or snatched
it from bleeding heart ajar
Did one
strangled oneself with it,
Or tried to
hang another
Was it to
burn within a candle?
To lighten
up dark alleyways,
Or it was
there to trip one
While
passing by, and to fall
Stories
untold, as this thread unfold
As the pages
lay bare
As those
words wear
As one holds
broken thread as dear
As a piece
of self
A piece of
broken thread
Holding onto
bits and pieces of solitude…”
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
17/11/2015
A wonderful metaphor for life Praveen - the worn old book, its story and its readers...
ReplyDeletethanks john...
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