Do you throw away what is broken?

If not from your life then from your heart?

Can something be broken yet lovable?

Can scars be beautiful?


Scars that life bestows upon

Sometimes as grace sometimes as riddle

Or perhaps always as grace, sometimes hidden as riddle

Each scar has a story

Each scar is a story

A story that makes it what it is

Scars are but stories of life written by life

Do you throw away a part of story you don’t like?


Do you throw away what is scarred?

If not from your life then from your heart?

Can something be scarred yet lovable?

Can something be more beautiful now that it is scarred?

Or can it be made more beautiful now that it is broken?

Like Kintsukuroi, just not on pottery but all things life?


What if you are broken?

What if you are scarred?

Do you throw yourself away?

If not from your life then from your heart?


Or can you be broken and yet lovable?

Scarred yet beautiful?

With Kintsukuroi, made more so

Or not even that

Just as is, simply lovable

Simply you


Can something be broken and lovable?

Scarred and beautiful?



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Dinakshi is a curious explorer of life, and loves to see everything around her with a sense of wonder. Completely in awe of life and its ardent student, she is a writer, poet, blogger and ex-editor. Her superpower is involuntarily read and edit everything from text messages to poetry on the backside of trucks. Like any other Indian worth their salt, she’s done her time in the IT industry as a programmer. Books and journals have been her best friends for as long as she can remember. A philosopher at heart, she loves to question everything, including her propensity to question. An avid learner and unlearner, she is on a joyful path to live all that is.