Thursday, September 17, 2009

Crack-up,

A stained window, a broken pane
A distorted vision, colorless again
A dark alley, echocing with voices,
A lost day, without any choices,

A scarred body, scatched again,
A soiled soul, crippled in pain,

Grab a ray, the sun will set
Chase a smile, love will reject
Touch the ripples, stillness will regret

Attempt to stand, to stagger and fall
Search for the present, and past will recall

Scratch the wounds, guilt floods
Smell the acrid, scent of blood

Choke, cry and ask the why
Breathe again only to die

-Monica

5 comments:

  1. "A stained window, a broken pane
    A distorted vision, colorless again
    A dark alley, echocing with voices,
    A lost day, without any choices"

    Very powerful. Perhaps a full-stop is in order somewhere?:)

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  2. Thanks Shasi.

    Yep not just a full-stop, I need to proof read the whole piece...thnaks for pointing out :-)

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  3. Wow monsi! My poems always pale in comparison to yours. Hope i can write something as dark as you do someday. :)

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  4. Thanks Nirmal. But I hope you never go through emotions that make you write such dark words.

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  5. Great one Monica.. But, instead of searching for the present, its better to stay and enjoy in it.. and remember the past to learn and earn something..

    I know I am sounding like a lecturer.. ;-)

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