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Diary

by Gopal Lahiri
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A few round words, a deliberate gap,
then the fragments of other texts,
flip into the pages, there the stains of ink,
the rhythms and the play of words gone,
silver night can’t rest on its laurels,
surprised that you like fleeting images.
Finding that name so many times
doesn’t truly live into the present,
interrupted by a few dots and squiggles
a repository of names and names only,
the responses never shift really
losing the biting wit and clarity.
Enraged that the diary still riffs on
the winnowing past as the endpoint,
a spectacle that's well worth observing,
pages can never store the cumulated tears
like disparate disorganized raindrops,
something feels misplaced and scrambled.

01-Feb-2014

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Comment Thanks Mohini for your kind words. I really appreciate.

gopal
08-Feb-2014 10:15 AM

Comment Nice poem. Diary of heart has so many memories which can never be forgotten so what if they are somewhere scattered disorganised.... loved the poem ..culmination of masterpiece.
Thanks for sharing Gopal Lahiri sir :) Best wishes .

Mohini Gurav
07-Feb-2014 09:16 AM


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