Glass- A poem on Fragility

GLASS

If my love could be something else, beloved

like a necklace of pearls,

I would have broken it

when you would have gone..

and wore the pearls left

as a bracelet on my wrist

so that you always hold my hand..

or as ear rings, so

I am never deprived of your voice

ringing in my ears.

But, my love is intangible

Something that makes me fear.

It will break me, if you go away

or turn out to be a different person someday..

See, its like throwing a fragile glass

from the table top

and asking if it will break?

It will, no doubt on that!

Or may be, an exception rains down

catching the glass before it damaged..

But, if it falls which is more likely

Will it break more or less?

 I wonder, if somebody will risk cuts 

to collect the shattered parts

and put the effort to mend it again?

Or will it be reformulated in the

 burning chamber of dreams of a bygone era?

The heat & the darkness & the light of the cell

Will metamorphose it into a different me..

perhaps, for the same 'You' . . .

By: Rashmirekha Pandit