pieces of me

Sometimes you break like a glass vase

Touch me not with your love and care
I deserve none of that
Let me stay inside my walls
Do not knock at gate.

The delicate vase of lovely shades
That was I, a thing of past
Now it's broken and falling apart
Let me hold my pieces fast.

Shards of memories pierce me deep
And yet for me the pain is dear
I bleed in heart, I die in soul
And drop of blood just turns into tear.

There's no glue, there's no tape
That can make me whole again
I can just give you a piece of me
And get a piece of you in bargain

I do not know how long is the wait
But I know the time for rest will come
And I will rest in your lap at last
Counting my pieces, one by one.

Reviews

[Anindita Janhabee]

Collecting each piece in a wonderful way, but there is no heart left, no tear except for blood, where no one seems to support, a lonely and sad one, broken into pieces... I pray God to give u enough strength so that you can be able to collect all the pieces to make a whole...
Ani : )

[Shabeeh Haider]

Sometimes we are left collecting the pieces of memory. For the truth has become a distant dream.
A sad, sweet and heartfelt write.