When the Mirror Broke Again (Previously, Lament of the Loss)

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A poem about mending each other, only to discover the mirror breaks again.

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Neither you were broken, nor I, when I met you first,

only the mirror was broken into a thousand pieces

Neither you were crushed, nor I, when we met at our worst,

only the world was folded into a thousand creases

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We picked up the pieces with bleeding fingers,

our love just made the mirror whole once again

Arranging the shining puzzle on a matrix of red,

unfolding the creases, we removed every stain

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I chose to polish you, and you chose to polish me;

I showed you the beauty, playing sweet violins

I chose to strengthen you, and you chose to strengthen me;

you showed me how the real affection begins

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I showed you the colors, vibrant and fragrant;

I embraced your troubles and kissed away your tears

You showed me how to make the ultimate surrender;

supporting my struggles, you pushed away my fears

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We loved and we fought, and we made up again,

we found some warmth under the cold, dead frost

We agreed and we disagreed, and settled what we could,

we cried bitterly, when we thought all was lost

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Towards the end, we became a wholesome one,

cherishing our victory, thinking that’s what peace is

With our souls entwined, we thought we had won,

but the mirror broke again, into a thousand pieces

MY PERSONAL GOD

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‘So…is God really big?’, my son, about five years old and growing mischievous by the minute, asked me yesterday. ‘Yeah….I think so’, I answered very very carefully, trying to gauge the race track his mind was galloping on. ‘Is He bigger than me?’ ‘Yup…certainly’. ‘Is he bigger than our house?’ ‘Ahan…’ ‘Is he bigger than everything?’ ‘Oh yeah….!’ I breathed a sigh of short lasted relief. That was easy. ‘Will he burn me in fire if I am a bad boy?’ Huh! ‘Why do you say so? Who said that to you?’ The overprotecting father in me sprang to the front. ‘Qari Saab’, he answered nonchalantly. Okkaayyyy….., let him come again and I will clear his doubts. My silent fury was interrupted as he asked again, ‘so is He going to burn…..’. ‘Hey buddy…you know what….God is just like your mom’, I hurriedly cut him short. ‘Fat…?’, he asked with a glint in his eye. ‘No…..not fat….’, I answered while desperately looking around to check if the lady of the house was within earshot, ‘He is kind and loving and…’ ‘Okay!’, was the only response and the matter was solved. I looked at him playing happily with the water pistol and thought, ‘you don’t know it yet little man. But most probably that’s going to be the biggest question, you’ll ask yourself one day’.

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