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Reflect. Blog marathon post 10

The prompt given for this Sunday at Sunday Scribblings is ' Reflect'. Here is my entry for it, which also serves as post for the day.


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As I watch you stand on the balcony,
Looking out, pondering  over unsaid thoughts,
I reflect.

As I watch you have that cup of tea,
Saying a hundred things without speaking a word,
I reflect.

As I hear you lashing out in anger,
A hundred accusations flying wildly,
I reflect.

As I analyse the path I have chosen
And my conviction of sticking to it, even when lost,
I reflect.

But mostly I  think about all that has gone wrong
And all that could have been
I reflect.

And I weep.
For a love that died
But tears  continuing to flow are lost in  all the reflections.

 © 2012 Preeti Shenoy

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  1. Truly heart touching and 'reflect'ing!

    Happy April Fools Day :o)

  2. Beautiful! I so much love the picture, Preeti! :)

  3. Lovely and heart touching poem. You are rare gems of modern English literature.

    God bless you.

  4. Lovely poem and beautiful picture! But you have linked wrong URL (Some Sunday Stealing) I've corrected it. I hope you don't mind:)

  5. Your writing is so filled with emotion. A lovely poem which I so enjoyed reading.

  6. I like that you are the rose and the dew on the petals are your tears. This is a beautiful but painful poem.

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  8. Lovely poem and click!

  9. Afshan: Thank you! :) Pic is from photobucket as linked.

    Oldegg:Thank you!

    Keith: Thank you so much! :)

    Tarang: i dont mind but it is linked to sunday scribbling. I just checked.

    Shachi: Thank you!

    Santosh: Thanks!

    Rachit: Thanks!

    Me: Thank you!

  10. It is of course linked to Sunday Scribblings but I was talking about the URL of 'your' blogpost linked to SS (The first one):)

  11. Tarang: saw that after u mentioned. Have no idea who put that! Someone must have used my name and sunday stealing url :) I only submitted the second one.
    And I cant do anything about it as its an exteranl site--in no way associated with mine.

  12. Profound!!! Liked it..

  13. Preeti,

    Very nice poem. It speaks pain in volumes.

    After seeing this prompt, I wrote one. Check it out, if you have time.


  14. Very touching, lovely, true :)

  15. preeti lovely flower with reality poem i love it. your blog truly touches everyone's heart preeti. great work. we are here for you.. tc ;-)

  16. Beautiful and evokes pain.....

  17. awesome poem....mam ur ma favrite :)nd some point or d other i am vry much influenced by u!! thankuu


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