Pages from My Diary: Lost

Pages from My Diary: Lost

A Poem by tania

 

21st 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.

© 2012 tania


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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.

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Emotional and heartfelt piece. Reading as a story and a poem together. Great imagery and a poweful write. Nicely done!

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Love the details and imagery you put into this write.
Amazing job!

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Wow i really love your use of imagery. It's a very powerful poem.

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Such a powerful read here, I must just say Wow!

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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.

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tania

Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan



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