Leaves crushed under the feet
Groan in crunching voices
Branches snap and
Make a crackling noise
The glass drops and shatters
With deafening clatter
Anything torn apart whimpers, mummers,
Or screams, loud or soft, no matters
But
No sound comes
When heart breaks
After many trials and tests
And you go through
A whole gamut of emotional tempests
When, finally, coming out of the storm
You are never in the same form
Something transforms you definitely
Whether positively or negatively
A part of your being is lost
The one that hurts you most
The pain, a little less, you may feel
But, the wound does not heal
You wander around dazed,
With a damaged soul
Eternally waiting for Nirvana
To, again, become whole
~Dr. Sudha Dixit
India