(047) Diary Poem by premji premji

(047) Diary

Rating: 3.4


This is my diary,
the diary of the dead!
And I scribble
the decadent grammar
of life!
Written by a crazy guy
to the core,
or otherwise
how simple and vivid
it could have been!

This is my diary,
it stinks of death!
Things, came in search of me,
selected by me,
all stink of death!
It is the diary of
depressed and
despised hearts!

Dead flowers,
wounds unhealed,
shattered dreams,
hollow love, betrayal,
loneliness,
hatred and death:
all nested in mind
long back!

My mind is a
broken nest of wasps,
stoned by kids!
Black sea roars in it
and I just float
like a decayed corpse!

02.02.96

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seema Chowdhury 09 June 2008

i like your choice of words....good work! ! !

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Floyd Minami 26 July 2008

your poem nicely penned and it manage me to read your another master piece keep up the good work, keep keep keep writing. you said your are crazy guy but you are not such a stupid like many others. i would be grateful if you read my poetry and give some comments whether you like it or not as long as you are true what you are commenting best wishes to you floyd minami

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Chitra - 04 September 2008

a poignant write, which depicts the inner surreal wounds that take a lifetime to heal..a good metaphor for the same

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Mamta Agarwal 23 September 2008

a very dark, poignant poem, raw emotions, pain deeply stir the mind of the reader.. does time heal, its darkest before dawn -sometimes i too wonder.10 premji, there is deep intensity and sensitivity in your poems. Mamta

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Mamta Agarwal 23 September 2008

on second reading i saw the date when you wrote it. you must have been so young to feel so deeply. the imagery in the last stanza is very vivid and disturbing. amazing

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My mind is a broken nest of wasps, stoned by kids! Black sea roars in it and I just float like a decayed corpse! Gear write up Sir. Touched me much Ten++ dr. sakti

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Pandian Angelina 13 June 2009

I don't know what to say Dead Sea, I am Yet, again Salt Oozes out of my eye The pain you suffered May now be numb But, will never go... I know... Each word... Each word you wrote Wrung my heart.. I was stabbed too That self same year By the twisted blade Rubbed to the hilt With poison envy Betrayal was the knife Which plunged deep My soul cries for your pain. Leena

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Sandra Fowler 06 June 2009

Disturbing, but brilliantly written.10/10. Warm regards, Sandra

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Little Morning Star 04 January 2009

this is scary and nice poem..

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Kesav Easwaran 20 October 2008

A diary that smells of a disturbed mind...10

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