Pages from My Diary: Lost

 

21^st November 2010

Silent as the sea after a raging storm
she dripped
of fears unknown,
like a daughter
who lost grip of her mother’s hand
in a madding crowd,
she shivered
with visions of
unkind faces and cruel intentions

Life,
When divides into two;
We are born again.

She rose with the rising sun
in another place
with some one another
who held her
from dusk till dawn
from a mad world beyond
he had held her
like that daughter in a madding crowd
helped by a stranger unknown
Together; they travelled afar
to his world
to his kingdom
into serenity.

A shadow of her past levitates upon her head.
Horrid one.
Ghastly
and dreary with sparks of brightness.
some sparks here and a few there.
Her dewdrops of bliss
dissolving into nothingness.
As the time passed by,
as the house grew old,
it began consuming ‘their’ lives.
So she had ran…
…to his kingdom
into serenity.

She yearns to be twelve again
to savor that happiness again
Bliss and freedom all over again.
There were people, there was life
and hers was all the laughter.
Spectacle of misery haunts her
shall haunt her for the rest of the days
of her bestowed life.
The face holds its marks
The eyes tell the story
so she ran…
…to his kingdom
into serenity.

She looked back
at the memories’ cove
and it torments the girl inside.
Born of a man who blindly walked through the corridors of life
blind… blind…blind…
born of a woman so noble, so beautiful and bright.

The dancing girls
the singing women
mesmerized her senses as she stared at the sky
and the sky turned black and blue.
She cried watching all the bleakness
and he held her.
In another place he held her
from dusk till dawn
from a mad world beyond
he had held her
like that daughter in a madding crowd
helped by a stranger unknown.

Reviews

[S Sanders]

This reads as both a story and a poem. As a poem, the second stanza stands strong on its own. As a story, I'm drawn in to reading this around the fourth line of the first stanza. The imagery of a "daughter whose lost grip of her mother's hand in a maddening crowd" jolts my senses and therefore makes me imagine and/or relate to such a feeling. Keep writing. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Amila Jay]

Wow. This was an excellent read. I was very much pulled into your words. Amazing write :))

[A Red Red Rose 4 U Luv]

I am speechless, great write. I must agree it does sound like a story and a poem, kept my attention through the whole thing, thank You :)

[Dayran]

The qualities of innocence comes to us rarely and when they do, they serve to inform us of that which is not quite innocent. In innocence we see the way of others very clearly before we ourselves step into it. Nice write!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Grasps the reader and never lets go, well done, good read..

[BlueDreams]

Perfect usage of figures of speech and detailed theme which insists readers to hold on reading .. Sweet write .. :-)

[Poetic Beauty]

This tells a tale of someone who has struggled withing life. I do not know who the unknown stranger is. It could be God, it could be a fantasy it could be a gentle memory. This is a bit mysterious but tells a sad tale.

[tk]

wow. that was astounding. this poem/story drawn me to another place. the shifting of emotions are also well portrayed: from fear, yearning, darkness and hope. :)
another great piece from you, i must say. :))
♥♥♥

[MandaBear]

I like the places you took me. Keep writing. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and beautiful poem. I like the places you took me with you in this poem. Those old diaries hide old thoughts and memories. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Revery]

Somewhat cryptic but appropriately so. Since I have followed you for some time now, I know your story, and that's why I suggest it is good to write the way you need to as clarity would likely be to harsh. Your writing is always incredible and it is the case again. Thank you for sharing.