Treasure Island

Rosmin Elsa Mohan

(21st December / New Delhi)

' Diya '


There were these times of my life, when things forever went wrong!

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I used to talk, but only to kill that silence within.
I used to smile, but tears never stopped flowing.
I used to study but the lines never had any meaning.
And, I used to write too, but never with an instinct or feeling.

Then, one day

I got a lamp.

It was magical.
For things changed.

I started talking without looking at the clock.
Killing silence was a distant thing; I never could shut my mouth.
I never again required a reason to smile.
Studies, as usual seemed boring: but the best part, we failed together

And Writing...
It could never have been better!

Submitted: Monday, January 23, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 24, 2012

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  • Valsa George (6/24/2014 11:54:00 PM)

    Beautiful dedication to your dearest friend... let that 'diya' continue to shed light in your life!

    Thanks Rosmin, for taking the time off to read my poems and comment on them (Report) Reply

  • Tiku . (3/22/2012 12:51:00 AM)

    what a magic diya that was! ! ! i love your style that is so unique.keep inking Rosmin. (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (2/24/2012 1:05:00 AM)

    Light of the day , may be Daya.....
    we love to read this hearty poem
    I got a lamp.

    It was magical. (Report) Reply

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