Fractured Figures by Geetanjali Dhalia


Artwork: Reality by Riddhi Desai


I see a familiar face tonight,

Standing before me, she cries.


Broken into several pieces,

Only I see her helplessness.


In the daylight, she was a rock,

At twilight she rested like silt.

While she strips-off her adamant self

Only I see her confidence wilt.


A body that radiated confidence,

Seemed destroyed by self-defiance.


Lying dead on charred fears,

She shows me how she consumes her tears.


Weeping and squalling,

She seeks some help.

Looks deep into her empty soul,

Scrounging for her morning- self.


Then she cuts through the skin of her spirit,

And streams out vexation and guilt.


I see the lifeless joy that wreathes,

A scarred life, a broken dream and a smile

that sheaths.


Then I couldn't take it anymore,

She was destroying me.

I stepped back in withdrawal,

And so did she.


I fling a stone at her,

And the mirror cracks down.

Now, no more shall I see ,

My fractured self, post-dawn.


Read Geetanjali's writing on her blog here. Follow Riddhi's art at @tinyfarmstudio.

 
 

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