Shattered Mirror Broken Image

Here and now, this is what I am. Content!


Engulfed by an eerie tiredness
Searching for myself
In the evening of life
Reflections looked back at me 
Broken mirror, shattered images
Thousands of pieces
Of fragmented reflections
Is it me, a life wasted
Peebles on the
Path of life
Gathering dust
Endeavor to solve
The jigsaw puzzle
Wasteful, meanigless
To search for dawn
In the evening of life
Picked up the last
Piece of the broken image
Here and now
This is what I am
Gathered my tired bones
Marched towards the setting sun
Broken fragmented images
Memories of a distant past
Useless reflections
Left behind at last

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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