“Mosaic” is a reflection of how our lives are shaped by the fragments of our experiences—both the joyful and the painful. The poem “mosaic” is a mosaic of the book, each line coming from a different poem. This collection mirrors the bittersweet nature of life, where happiness and sorrow intertwine. Through its verses, the book captures the vibrant, emotional landscape of youth—love, loss, self-discovery, disillusionment, and excitement—offering a heartfelt exploration of the complex emotions that define growing up.
“She had a brilliant mind, the mad-woman in the blanche-house
Held hostage, where odd things are gathered till they’re even“
“Were we just a childhood phase?
No longer fulfilling as we further away
From our childhood days”
“From the great oddities of modern poetry
To the glory that was Helen,
And the grandeur that Poe”
“Are we so scared of false-boys, false-cries and true-wolfs
That we ignore the boy who truly cried wolf?”
“Oh my! Those branches bending and twisting
Are those roads crossing and bridges mending?”
“Cause it’s the spark that lights the flame
And it’s the flame that burns the dames
But who is to blame?
The spark or the flame”
“Is it strange to believe that we were not time that was lost?”
“I stayed awake
To hold a wake