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Rejection (Blog marathon Post 7)

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My life
Neatly Gift wrapped
Well packaged
Tied up with a ribbon
Of Hope and happiness
I offer
As a package.

You gaze
And turn away
As I watch your
Embarrassment changing  to disdain
You pretend not to notice
The package
Which lies neglected
Like worn shoes discarded by the door.

It is then that
The pain explodes
A million little shrapnels
Bits of my soul really
Scatter in all directions
I try in vain to gather the pieces

Rejection
It is hard to bear.

© 2010 Preeti Shenoy


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  1. Wonderful :)
    Very nice!!

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  2. Very beautiful poem written with a heart full of sorrow (i suppose), the sorrow of rejection. But this is common in life, nature provides the gift of beautiful flowers, trees, wild animals etc but many a men have never bothered to see & appreciate these gifts of nature. but nature always sings a hapiness song, CAN WE LEARN SOMETHING?

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  3. Wonderful poem.. Reading it from ur side after a very long time.. :)

    Rejection is sometimes pretty difficult to handle..

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  4. Sushobhan: yes. Well observed. Writing such a poem after very long :)

    Roshan: of course we can learn. But to appreciate the beauty of flowers one needs to have felt the pain of fragility of life.

    Chatterbox: Thank you:)

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  5. I think the beauty of life is in its fragility. u see everything which have short life, flowers, birds, butterflies, (many) wild animals etc. are full of life. life in real sense is always surrounded by dangers.

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  6. Very Lovely and true

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  7. Nice!

    I guess outright rejection can still be handled... but when you are accepted first and then rejected the pain multiplies a countless times.

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  8. Wonderfully penned... An emotion captured in its fragile and entire form. Often in life all of us would have undergone rejection in one way or the other but I have never come across such a beautiful rendition of the pain it is associated with. Kudos to the poet :)

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  9. simply lovely preeti

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  10. Ouch!
    Its a very nice poem! :)
    Specially loved the way embarassment comes in first and then those little shrapnels go hurting everywhere! :)

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  11. Here for the first time. Wonder how I stumbled upon your blog...but I'm glad I did. I like the way you started off - Life being nicely gift wrapped and stuff and then you nicely tapered down to the harsh truth - the pain of rejection.

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  12. Ek yahi cheej hai jo mere sir pe se bounce kar jati hai ;)

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  13. awww so sweet..such feelings come when you are truly hurt

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  14. //Rejection
    It is hard to bear.//

    200% True..

    Very nice poem..

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  15. Rejection at any and every level is hard to bear - be it a lover, friend, colleague, boss, sibling. It is then difficult to re-gather the hope & happiness.

    I would rather you write cheerful poems Preeti.

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  16. palsworld: I need to express my sorrow too. I am not always happy :P :)

    Sundari:Thank you :)

    Aish-nini: yes :P :)

    Rohit: LOL. May it always remain so :P :)

    RGB: Welcome to my blog and glad you liked it :) Thanks for the compliments. Gracefully accepted :)

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  17. Hey Preeti, a real beutiful and true composition.... The word from which everyone wants to stay untouched and enscattered....

    Cheers and have a nice day,
    /Anish

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  18. MS: :-)Thanks :-)

    Himani:Thank you!

    Anusha: Thanks a lot! rue--all of us have faced rejection sometime or the other. depending on importance we attach to it, it hurts more/less.

    Mamta: i agree. Outright, one does feel hurt but not as hurt as if there was acceptance first. That truly is devastating. Thanks :)

    Prats; thank you

    Roshan: Yes. true.

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  19. Anish: thank you. True nobody wants it, yet sometimes one has to face it.

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  20. Its beautiful....even tho its abt pain & rejection:-)

    Just a doubt..."Embarrassment changing to disdain"
    Somehow disdain doesnt gel or is the protagonist pretending?

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  21. Reflections: No no..Even MS misinterpreted the poem. Embarrassment and disdain is on the face of the person the protagonist gives the gift to. She watches HIS emotion change..got it?
    Thanks :)

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  22. :( this is making me angry on the gift-receiver. :-/

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  23. Aaaah ok, got it;-)

    p.s: atleast u knw I'm reading the heavy stuff;-D

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  24. Reflections, MS: I added one word now in the poem. I guess it will be clearer now :)

    MS--he was just an a-hole who did not deserve her love. She should have known better! Now she does :)

    Reflections: Oh I know you do :)

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  25. This is pretty bleak!...you have obviously known rejection at sometime in your life, i recognise the sentiment!

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  26. Ashwini:Thanks! Just went to your blog. Last post was in Feb! Not blogging anymore?

    Niall: yes. Haven't we all?

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  27. beautiful..every word so good..rejection breaks down a person and sometimes gives it a negative shade!

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  28. I always love your poems :)

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