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 woman questioning almost everything, trying to find answers through her's and your words. I am on an unending quest, walking the paths of unknown. I am walking and walking, may be too slow, but I am doing it. I am happy as long as I do not stop. I will be content to fall, to fly, to swim, to drown, only never to stop.
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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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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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“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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