She saw the star…
Quiet…Dead…Luminous
And she searched…
The heavens and forgotten stairways…
The broken dolls and the glass marbles she lost
The child whose hand she let go…
Amongst the crowd, in the race…
To reach the stairway to her dreams…
The suffocation of happiness
And, her need of love…
Something, more than what her lovers gave…
Something, they don’t understand, neither does she…
Yet, it is the stairway…
That holds her down…
Unmoved…Solid…Unaffected…
And, the forgotten piano is played again
Her, escape from all that is…
Tearing apart all those who loved her…
Different…Lost…Hated…by choice
She dreams of heavens and forgotten stairways
6 comments:
serene...has an absurd tranquility....still...radiates a quiet pain....another of those wonderful works....hats off...
btw...you have a small blogging prize...waiting for you...collect it..
the stairway looks serene and stern for the first time..............it seems to make you remember your rise..............thanks a lot for helping remember all those lost memories
a manifestation of beauty....its just...what to say...i don't know...what is it that makes you shock people into life like that...its like one's living in the virtual world of some game played by someone else...and then you come from somewhere and tell them that hey, this is you...this is life....love it...keep writing
it is a very intense poem....the feelings and emotions contained are not common.....its a very powerful poem and will have a lasting effect on the readers..
Very well written.Feel more.. write more... and they will love you for it ...not knowing a lot
i somewat felt as if som1 is saying dis to me...
loved it...
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