Life is like a jigsaw puzzle
where you try to connect
To form a perfect picture
out of what you reflect
Solve the puzzle with
mysteries a few
where each of the pieces leads to the next clue
where each of the pieces leads to the next clue
So many pieces, too many to
know...
How would they fit, where
would they go...
Neither you are aware of the number of parts
Nor the final picture till the pieces stay apart
Nor the final picture till the pieces stay apart
Some are hard to find, some
are already there...
Some fit in the right place, some you have to spare...
Some fit in the right place, some you have to spare...
I was there but not the way
you wanted me to
You tried to bend and
squeeze me to fit in to
Too much demands to handle, that’s where it started out
You have thrown me away with
your confusion and doubt
My body is tattered, my
soul torn apart
You should have realized it
hurts me from the start
No matter how you mend there is always an empty space
It is the same puzzle but
with a different pace
I am nothing but the missing piece
Once tried to make your life at
ease
Insignificant I may seem yet my purpose was far from it
Insignificant I may seem yet my purpose was far from it
Without me, your picture remains incomplete.
This post was shared in WriteTribe Wednesday prompt - 6.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
What a wonderfully written poem and finally i am able to post a comment on your blog. :)
ReplyDeletewelcome back Saru :) :)
DeleteSuper Duper one Meera :)
ReplyDeletei'm so glad you liked it, Jyotsna :)
DeleteBeautifully written poem!
ReplyDeletethanks so much.. welcome to my space :)
DeleteA nice poem....I guess everyone's life is an incomplete jigsaw puzzle...do you think a fully complete puzzle is possible or makes that person happy? In everyone's life we have to do away with certain people, na
ReplyDeletei agree not everyone has a picture perfect life.. lets try not to hurt our beloveds and so make our picture near perfect atleast.. thanks Akash :)
DeleteJust like the children's book The Missing Piece by Silverstein.
ReplyDeletejus surfed about the book.. thanks Sandra :)
Deletebeautiful poem meera :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankur :)
DeletePerfect, Meera:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Vishal :)
Deletewow :D i love this poem so much :)
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