Shattered
The Poet
Smruti is a 15-year old, class 10th student from K.C. Public School, India and have been writing poetries and short stories both for her own satisfaction and for the school and local magazines and hope to make a difference here as well.
This poetry 'Shattered' is about how crying inside a closed room in the darkest hour help people to let it all out, how the constant disappointments, failures, taunts and betrayals turns a once cheerful person into a living dead and how the first rays of sunlight feels both hopeful and less confident every time, still you have to keep moving enjoying little joys. That's life.
Shattered
The salty rivers washing off the shells
of goodness
Shadiness, a gush of winds moving to
my mind through my veins
Poisoning spirits and whispering
sorrows
My eyes flooded and wetted the scars
of my soul, carving furrows
The uproar in my throat came out as a
silent scream
The sobs punched through my
body, it's extreme.
Lights and darkness imprisoned me in a shadowy bar as a team
I am begging the silhouettes of pieces
of my heart to yell, it's just a dream.
I felt a tremble
Unable to know, is it my room or me
who crumbles.
Theorizing, the dark rectangles
surrounding me, giving an example
Saying that this moment will pass, be
stable.
The pieces of my heart are no longer
broken but shattered
it's hard for them to shine with the
sunlight, they are all scattered.
I still hope to have those scattered
pieces and dust gathered
Or again the blanket of hope covering
me is tattered?
The fabrics turned muted hues as the twilight arrived
As if they were awaiting dawn for their
colors to be again ignited.
The colors must be waiting for being admired.
And here I thought, another night I survived.