premji premji - (047) Diary

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

premji premji

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