An infinite jigsaw puzzle
With distorted edges and a path of struggles
No end in sight
No pieces fit
I haven't found my own solution
My failure, my only remission
No answers, no sense, no meaning
Only a delusion, a small chaos
Why should be things easy to understand?
A puzzle in piece
Or a piece in a puzzle
I am an unasked question
With these broken fragments have I walked thus far
With few more of them I intend to fly just a little more far.
*सिफार का सफर*
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Published by Moushmi Radhanpara
A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.
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sounds like you’re struggling with the repercussions currently confronting all of us … or is this a more personal journey?
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Somewhere down, the line between personal and not-so-personal was lost. Thanks for reading 🙂
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sorry, take care! good to see you posting again 🙂
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Deep and true words penned for distortion, Moushmi. Life is a puzzle and every piece in this jigsaw puzzle is a beautiful game. Lovely poem.
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Phases we all go through at times…loved the title of your poem Moushumi !!
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“A puzzle in piece
Or a piece in a puzzle”
Something that we all brainstorm about. I guess we’re both at some point of time in life, these two merge and we’ve to be both simultaneously. Great post. Keep up the amazing work 🙂
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A perfect expression of an even perfectly brewing chaos in most humans.
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Inspired by your work something i wrote
Life is…
An infinite jigsaw puzzle amid all the hustle,
With worn out edges,
many crossroads in sight,
Multiple pieces ready to fit in same space,
I have many solutions to a problem
But still in search of the best one,
I am a hesitant answer to worlds tricky questions…
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“With these broken fragments have I walked thus far With few more of them I intend to fly just a little more far.”
May you fly further! Profound and impactful words, Moushmi.
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Absolutely beautiful poem holding the breath and the jigsaw, distortions touches us in the soul. Brilliant.
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Nice poem! Take a step at a time, and no matter puzzled things may seems, keep taking those small steps in your life!
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A puzzle in a piece
Or a piece in a puzzle
I think we shall only be battling these predicaments all our lives. Brilliantly penned!
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True though, phases of life! Nice Moushmi. Hope all is well 😊
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Really love to read your collections
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These hurdles keep coming. I know you will surpass them with ease. Believe yourself:)
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Subhan Allah. You will fly in sha Allah
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Probably a state of mind which we all undergo at some point in life.. hope you are doing good moushmi 💜
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Nice one.. Thanks for sharing
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