My hidden diary…

Screeches of my dying ink,
Scrape my unripened wounds,
Carve something obliterate,
Nostalgic and unfortunately vivid.
The scented breezy memories now brings hurricane,
The sweet songs of love became brittle,
The gazing into the oceans of your eyes now drowns me to gasps,
And those subtle touches of love now abhors me.
I etch in solitude,
My mistake turned crime,
I scribble in dark,
My purest emotions turned a hitch in throat,
I carve in agony,
My jubilant days now bereaved,
And I scrape in decimation,
My frolic turned gray.
With my molten flesh and scarlet blood,
I again, question
My worth, my fate, my karma.
What did I do to meet this fate?
And,
What I didn’t that I am going through all this?
These are the questions,
I am not going to find answers to,
But these questions, would remain,
Immortal,
In the pages of my hidden diary.

18 Comments Add yours

  1. Orvillewrong says:

    Wonderfully melancholic!

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  2. Sameera says:

    A little edit for emotion : Mistakes are not crimes. (Of course crimes are different but I know what you are thinking about here so that’s not a crime) Each line a perfect blend of pain. Some questions we always ask. An introspection is necessary. β™₯ Well done OL. β™₯β™₯

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    1. Wow. You really went into my words and words hiding emotions… Thanks Sameera. You are loveπŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š

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  3. Nandita says:

    Ruko. Acche se comment karti hu. Like this deserves

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    1. OK ji. Waiting for that precious comment.

      Like

      1. Nandita says:

        Maybe unnecessary now?

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  4. Enigma says:

    You know what Mr. Face in the Crowd, you are one of the few writers who can turn sadness into a finesse piece of poetry. A symphony of melancholy.
    As I read this poetry, I feel how your poems have transformed like the stages of healing. In Pain, Romanticizing Pain, How one feels in pain and now this masterpiece.

    Gorgeous!

    Enigma πŸ™‚ ❀

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    1. Oh my god!!!
      When I read this first line ” you know what Mr. Face in the crowd” I got scared that I am up for a scolding. But as I read forward, I realised that you truly understand me and my poetry. The stages you described are so well observed by you that even I feel amazed.
      You are very right that I am now at the stage of healing. I am doing much much much better now and credit goes to my readers like you.
      Thanks a lot my dear friend.. I feel loved and appreciated.
      Love back.πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š

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      1. Enigma says:

        Oh my! The pleasure is always mine, Mr. Face in the Crowd!
        Enigma
        PS: well, I hope you don’t mind when I call you Mr. Face in the Crowd, do you?

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      2. Of course not Enigma. I want you to call me by this only. I really like it.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

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      3. Enigma says:

        πŸ™‚

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    2. Sameera says:

      I agree Enigma. He makes pain beautiful or better he crafts pain beautifully. β™₯β™₯

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      1. Enigma says:

        I know, Sam! That craft is brutal and super difficult to master.

        Enigma πŸ™‚

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      2. Thanks to you too Sameera

        Like

  5. Loved this! So creative and well written. Great depth! πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you so much patty.πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š

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