Winds Of Change
Winds Of Change
The sticks and stones of the world can't break a heart, full of love ...
With a beloved by their side
But a sigh, can shatter it into a zillion pieces … in a still of separation
So very much like a mirror on the wall … cracked by a wayward missile!!!
I wondered often enough …
Why a broken heart is always compared to a shattered mirror …
The comparison seemed odious enough
Not anymore though … coz I now know why!!!
Every piece of a broken mirror, reflects a different image,
Depending entirely on which ray of light is reflected at what angle ?
The picture is different in every little piece …
And the sharp shards cut too … drawing blood
The heart bleeds as well …
At the sharp edges of grief driven deep down your memories