Kavi's Scribbles

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What if

What if the shattered pieces of soul
Ready to align , Hoping a chance
Cracked into millions, Being a foul
Disappeared in air without any trance

What if the warmth I presumed to live
Typically a burn, To consume me alive

What if the crafted stones for a home
Are bound to crash for the grave.

What if the broken memories, gathered
With hope to flourish,
turned out to be a tormenting reminiscence,
Trashing the only way, to cherish.

What if the broken pot, filled with dry flowers,
Being displayed as patterns and aesthetics,
Will the pot ever get molded and filled with fragrance.

What if the clumsy cloud mind, remains unsettled,
Even after the downpour, So Unclear.

What if the questions ponder and wander,
Find the answer and will be the end of what ifs,
Just a wonder?!

~Kavi