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Blog marathon time again. Post 1 -A poem.

This isn't an April Fools prank. Starting today, I am joining in here. (You have to post everyday for a month--thats all you have to do. You can join me and hundreds of others all around the world if you want to. Click on the link for details).

My post for today is a poem. I promise you all my posts will not be sad, but my poetry is mostly dark, full of pain, irony and is a silent scream. A few of my poems have been published. You can click here if you want to read more of my poetry.

Here goes my first post:

Broken shard

The invisible shard
And sometimes you discover
The shards you’re trying
To stick back together
Do not fit anymore
Not in the same way they used to
There is a piece missing
Lost forever, destroyed
But you unaware
keep trying
Over and over
Till your knuckles bleed
Along with your heart
Numb with pain
You hide
Behind a big wide smile
All the while
Secretly still searching
For the missing shard
Not knowing it has cut deep
It is invisible
And it is much too late now.

© 2011 Preeti Shenoy

For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission.


  1. //There is a piece missing
    Lost forever, destroyed
    But you unaware//

    Very true.

  2. What a poem !! fabulous. so touchy :) Loved it. And he picture you have used it connected with it so nicely.

    Nice to read your blog after a long time. It's always been nice to visit your blog.

  3. What lovely readers I have! I post and even before I can turn I aleady have two lovely comments.Thanks a lot Vipul and Sundari. Appreciation does matter to a blogger/writer/author, you know :)

  4. Beautiful...........
    Very touching

  5. Too good Preeti. Something everyone can relate to with one or the other sad relationships in their life. loved it in a sad way!

  6. This is one of the most beautiful poems I have read from you.
    You put to words exactly what i was feeling today (though nice things happened afterwards and left me feeling better :))

    good luck with NaBoPloMo again :)
    Looking forward to it!

  7. That is really painful. Good one!

  8. I am so happy and excited to know that we can hear you every day..will see this space every day now :)

  9. Dard se bharpoor :) phir bhi pasand aayi yeh kavita!

  10. Shachi: Shukriya :)

    weourlife: Thanks for a fab compliment in wanting to read me every day! :)

    Shail:Coming from you, it means a lot.Thanks!

    Sucheta:Jump in!

    Prathima:Thanks :)

    Horizon:Thanks a lot

  11. My!!! What a post... wonderfully penned... very true and 't strikes a chord... my love for words is becomin inexplicable by the day... am no artist or writer... but if I am in love with English as a language, I sure am in love with all of you wonderful writers... Keep em comin... I even wrote a post on this sudden love of mine - -- as always thanks to all you bloggers! :) Good luck on the blogathon...

  12. a poignant read...good one!
    and it would be a treat to read something from you everyday...looking fwd!

  13. Secretly still searching
    For the missing shard
    Not knowing it has cut deep

    i think this is one of the best poems you have written preeti! so beautiful in its simplicity...!


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