How beautiful is it to break,
you let all your parts fall into an eternal nothingness.
The light breaks,
each day one by one as it scatters;
And the darkness gathers, one by one.
The light looks beautiful breaking,
but darkness,
noone likes how something gathers.
The breaking is beautiful.
Be it a broken peice of art,
a broke soul or a broke person.
The day breaking isn't it beautiful?
Tell me people don't like broke things,
The worn out pieces;
Antique, that's what they call it, huh!?
Museums you've built for them, eh!?
Years that the thing has suffered;
The seasons it has undergone.
It fascinates you now...
You found it,
You remove it from it's place, clean it, join the broken shards,
It's your show piece now...
It's something you flaunt...
But can you love it like your new?
No sympathies needed...
Attachment matters...
©richajha
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