A hand reaches down.
And picks them up, gingerly, gently, with care.
A fractured fragment.
A shattered shard.
Brittle, broken, ruptured remnants.
Places them in order. Cements them together.
Time, the adhesive.
It looks whole again, yet is incomplete.
The compartments, the same.
It works. But itβs different.
What soared earlier, is now sedate and subdued.
The innocent, impatient, insouciant pace,
A thing of the past.
Time, the lubricant.
Its body, repaired. Cache disturbed.
Solidity replacing callow softness.
The walls, now compacted. Psyche, bereft.
Rendered cold, tempered by experience.
The innards, once exposed,
Irreparably damaged
By the imprint of the memory.
Time, the emollient.
And so it functions, dysfunctionally.
Stuttering, restarting, stagnating.
Disregarding of neglect or compassion.
Weary, aged, uncaring.
Its future, the past.
Time, deflated, disillusioned, defeated.
Time, the unforgiving, unforgetting failure.
that cecil killing bloke should’ve played this game instead for moar fun
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oops, wrong blog q_q
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Dont worry about it!
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Wow, this is incredibly written piece, I’m astounded by your ability to weave such words so effortlessly….
Reading this reminded me of this old classic!
https://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/2015/04/08/get-drunk/
Remarkable poem you wrote there ! π
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That’s a classic alright!
In my case, it’s easy – I’ve got piss-drunk on love, it didn’t work, I lay in the gutter, picked myself up & stumbled home, puked my guts out to get rid of what was inside me, and tried to live life sober, avoiding the next high! I guess that’s what this poem was all about!! π
Thanks for your generous comments, I like writing as much as you like reading, & vice versa. Cheers, may we all fall in love again, be devastated again, so we can write poetry again!
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I so love this. And the picture, is it for real? Amused by your last comment above… avoiding the next high? You know too well, TIME. Great piece, Iam sharing it.
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Thank you for the share! The picture has been photoshopped. And try as I might, does the heart ever listen??? π Thanks, again!
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Reblogged this on alexandra and commented:
so so true, words so well woven. I just loved this.
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You’re a kind lady, Alex. God bless you!
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Amazing writing. So glad it was re logged & I found your work.
Blessings
e
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Thank you so much! And bless you!
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Amazing writing. So glad it was reblogged & I found your work.
Blessings
e
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Wow. There is power and pain and healing all wrapped up in your words. I’m so glad I discovered you or you discovered me. Not sure which came first, but I’m glad I’m here. π
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Lol, thank you! Does it matter who came first? As long as you & I both enjoy each other’s writings? Blessings…
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π Blessings backatcha, MW
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Merci, gracias, etc
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Quite insightful. Good.
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Thank you!
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[…] Kunal Thakore: How can someone paint such a masterpiece with words? I want to hate this, but I can’t. It isΒ too lovely. […]
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Hahahaha, thank you for your kind words!
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Well, I am so amazed. That’s it, wow! These poems are beautiful.
If I could click the like button for all of them I would. You just gained a new follower. π
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A www, thanks so much! I’ll come across to yours in a bit…
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Hey, Sachin, there’s a new one up, if you’d care to visit. Same old maudlin, rona-dhona over what might have been types! π It’s called BEGUILED…
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This poem is brilliant Kunal ! I have missed so much on your blog π
The image you chose is splendid. Conveys the essence beautifully
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Thank you, Himali, welcome back! There’s another one I put up today, called BEGUILED, if you’d like to see…
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I’d love to π your poems are a genius !
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Lol!
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Time – the adhesive; the lubricant; the emollient! Why the morose ending? I hope ‘time’ heals all wounds. Beautifully expressed and also thought-provoking!
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MAybe I should have put question marks after? I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s BS that time always heals – there are some wounds that stay raw and hurt more with the passage of time… yes/no/maybe?
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Time – the adhesive; the lubricant; the emollient! Why the morose ending? I like the adage that time heals all wounds. Brilliantly expressed!
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Thank you once more. If you’re looking for more upbeat/funny posts, here’s a sampling –
https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2015/04/09/temptation-of-man-circa-2015/
https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2015/04/22/an-insomniacs-alphabet/
https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2015/02/17/begone-mr-beard/
https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2015/06/09/digital-age/
https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2015/07/10/an-ants-angsty-rants/
Now, why can’t I open your site? It goes to the wordpress reader page???!!!
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This one piece was an entire ride in itself!!! So many emotions! It made me travel back to when I needed healing; from there to where I am now. You have a fantastic way of putting big things in small space beautifully.
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I’m sure everybody has atleast one story like this in their lives, only depends on whether we’ve picked ourselves up & moved on or remain stuck in the mire. Thanks for the compliments! You write pretty well yourself!
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Wow…. this is beautiful. sad and beautiful. “Its future the past.” So true for so many.
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Thank you, Penny! Yes, heartaches linger and linger long
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Beautiful and jarring. A feeling we know too well. Thank you for referring me to this one.
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Thank YOU! The pleasure’s all mine!
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Reblogged this on random rants ruminations ramblings.
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This is so powerful, and has this aura of melancholy. I’m just captivated.
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Thank you π
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Very powerful.
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Thank you, Marissa!
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Awesome writing Kunal.
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Thank you! These are reblogs, since the brain is on ‘pause’ mode π
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Kunal, another incredible piece. Powerful and gripping! X
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Thanks, again! What would we do if we were lucky in love – where would the inspiration, the emotion come from? π
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I love this one. How you metaphorize time into 4 different ways. The way you started got me instantly booked and you finished so beautifully as well. thanks for sharing, Kunal
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Thought you’d like! Thanks for reading!
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Absolute delight!
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I’m wondering across your pages – the eternal procrastinator am I. I have other things to do but I’d rather be here, reading your fine poetry. Good poetry like this comes from deep emotions. Similarly it stirs one’s emotions. I feel close to tears reading it. I don’t think I knew you then. You are still writing mind blowing poetry! Given me an idea for a poem I’d like to write.
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Thank you, Chevvy! And let me know when your’s is up π
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