When Diary Writes


1-Diary

Random scribbles , hasty and quick

Long lost days , happy and bleak .

A parrot’s feather  , pressed between pages

It flew away hastily , alone stood the cages.

That secret love , that stolen kiss

Sweetest memories , drank to the lees .

An account of life , as it stood

She opened me up and used to brood.

Words like ants , spread all over

Confessions and emotions , I was the cover.

Bathed in words , unmoved , I sat still

As she groped her way , through the quill .

Shared with Poets United ~ Midweek Motif  ~ Diary Stories


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64 responses to “When Diary Writes

  1. A beautiful entry, Maniparna!
    Lines I particularly loved:

    “Words like ants , spread all over
    Confessions and emotions , I was the cover.
    Bathed in words , unmoved , I sat still
    As she groped her way , through the quill .”– Brilliant!

    **Btw,I enjoyed playing with Gulgul…awesome!

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  2. words like ants spreading all over…gives an interesting visual…they do spill out…i have kept a journal for years…its fun to go back and look at them and see where i have come from…

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  3. Now i know poem writing is a gift.you have it maniparna.just beautiful 🙂 .i think i have to give you a gift.
    -http://sherinchelad.wordpress.com/2014/06/24/haikus/

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  4. Aaah, the good old diary days.. I have 3 such books now and in each the handwriting changes but not the insanity though 😀 :).. Nice one Maniparna, beautiful poem 🙂

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