last word with my diaryA Poem by Rishabh ShawBoiled baked turmoil i served everynight past
three years in a line my diary, i ask u favor to answer 'A' question... did ...i ever made anyone jolly!(trickling
of a tear drop )
scrutinized scathed
spaces wrathed with
my scribblings on your blatant black
pages dint i ever sung mournful on every face dumb
written!
inking on your very sour
edges, sinking into your folded
pages, did i ever borrowed
affection!
dragging the tip pointing
the ball pen's ink, scratching the bleached
bamboo..i ask.. did i ever said i made
someone feel good!
paddling in my own
wastage, on through a stinking
ordeal, did i ever fished
something new... or likewise just gave
some of those old miserable phews.
deaf tuned sense of
my all five ,had u ever attended anything placid spooned! mocking ,mean mouth of
mine ,had u ever spoken a miserable truth? icy, smeared eyes in my
socket dice, had u ever scrolled for something which i
should once had dreamt ... in lieu, aching limb mounted with
greased up nails...asking i had savored the
torment of your half born emotions too distinct now please answer my begging
questioN! did i ever meant sensible without being
sarcastically ridiculed! projecting as a gentleman
without acting like a nerd crawling in
library dunes! or shall i ask did i ever
appeared simple despite hiding behind
some complicated spoof....! wished binary consisted
just yes and no and my diary 000 000 000
000 a false belief for it
will reply... (pain dubbed in ironical smile, wishes to give a cry, eyes buried in diary , lungs taking a deep
sigh.) enjoyed much of your
cackling silence...(my diary) thank u! for the answer.. and here on this note i
burn My Diary!
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StatsAuthorRishabh Shawpondicherry, karaikal, IndiaAboutwell i'm calm decent guy,who likes to live in every huE of life.... in short "SeVen Days seven Casts of a guy'.. :) more..Writing
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