What kind of a jigsaw puzzle is this?
The heart pines to tread an unbeaten way,
But yields to another's calling,
Trying to find peace at not having a say.
Digging into a grave of pathos,
I retrieve a skeleton of life,
Jaded beyond recognition, it seems.
Unused lies a box of happy colors;
Which too, in the grave dissolves.
Say, when will the eclipse move,
When will there be breathing space?
It's too dark to imagine a silveline;
To imagine again a happy face.
Divya Rao
November 22, 2008
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