Whisper Of The Broken Mirror

By Pratyusha Deshmukh

The mirror lies in splinters,

silver veins bleeding secrets.

Each shard hums a lullaby

of things left unsaid,

the grief in soft syllabus,

the love lost in glass light.

It whispers in many tounges,

language of regret,memory,madness and hope,

a choir altogether of what was,

what can never be.

She listens,

not with her ears.

But with this quiet ache,

between heartbeats.

And still at the end of time,

she sings divine.

“You're the storm of silence,

you're the ruin and its reason.

Yes, indeed you're broken

but your pieces shine the brightest.”

By Pratyusha Deshmukh