The Broken Palace

By Nitesh Shelar

How do you define beautiful yet broken - ' Poet'

A poetry aint just meant to define. It is not the rhyme neither the heavy

words. Its an emotion. A structure of words made so, that plight of

someone is a beauty to other. Love is the catalyst. Good or bad. The very

root of poetry . Many who have failed in truth and love, seek their solace

here . Not the body but the soul. A depression of an unknown abyss. A

bottomless pit. Longing to touch the flesh of their beloved but bereave the

soul of them that they lost. What's life to them - a metaphorical cancer.

The

agony seems endless , eyes unknown of dryness. What is compassion ,

what is beauty, what is heaven and its sanctuary? The cherubim of thorns

and the nile of tears. Oh god why do wish of such a plight?

Broken and burdened is it not enough? I fail terribly tonight in myself and

my thoughts. I don’t seek revenge I don’t seek apathy . All I wish is some

ransom to my grief. A bit of smile from the one who has my heart , from the

one from whom shall my ways part.

All I wish is this ephermal solace and for eternity shall I be in this Broken

Palace. ��

By Nitesh Shelar