I watch with disbelief
unidentifiable pieces
of a splintered self
mock and challenge
like ten heads of Raavan
never at peace
with each other
I search for the base
on which rest
pieces of a damaged psyche
Re-engineering too
needs a logic
in the face of bullets
flying from all sides
I redefine the self
but the logic shifts
every time
I try to justify the stance
of a particular piece
I break the mirror
let battles rage
Peace is something I fear
-It will reveal fallibility
of a thought process
I take pride in
-It will take away
my guns pointed at others
the power I revel in
Harmony scares
enemies might come together
to wage new battles again
compelling a new stance
a justification dance
as accusations
continue to rain
I’ll break the mirror
many more times
What do you see # 134 – May 16, 2022
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Saania!
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This is very good, I felt this piece, love the breaking of mirrors many times. 🙏🏽
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Thank you so much!
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Absolutely brilliant.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Sharing Thoughts.
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Thanks a ton!
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Thought-provoking piece.
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Thank you, Patricia!
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Very impactful writing, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure.
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Brilliant, Reena! Powerful images of a battle fought within.
(I had to look up the 10 heads reference)
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10 heads are symbolic of the conflicts within a scholar. Raavan is worshipped in some parts of the country, and his effigies are burnt in other parts
Thanks for the compliments! ☺️
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Interesting. Thanks for expanding my knowledge, Reena!
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👍
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A profound poem Reena! Love it. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome
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