Anonymous Guilt

"Roses blossom during winter"
Though I've tried to write a thousand times
On the deepest, darkest feelings of mine
I couldn't..
Reality was my passionate friend then
We lived together, ate together, danced together
Slept together..
My shadows were no longer my companions
Even when lights fell on me;
I was blissful, gallant, happy and free...


Days passed on;
I grew up from my childhood
I saw and felt things that were inexplicable:
'Memories' was all that I had got then,
I could no longer reveal to my pen..

Yes, it was a disgrace
Disgrace for my insatiable soul!
That I just couldn't write anymore!
Incomplete verses
Here and there;
Tore my heart,
Gave me the scare..

Am I lost? Am I dead?
Can I no longer be the one who fed
On words, feelings, beauty and love?
Am I gone like the stars above?

Answer me,oh! God..is it true?
That I'm a dead creature in this green and blue!
"Help me, someone!"- I cried like a wimp:
"Oh! please someone spare me this guilt!"

No one answered, not a single soul,
I was lost, dead, barren, alone,
Dead were my dreams
Dead were my smiles
'Memories' that I had
Were forgotten rhymes...



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Kendrick Avatar
September 29, 2010 at 10:19 AM
Writer's block is not easy to overcome but this excellent write about that topic is sure to have brought you back to the world of writing...Glad that I chose this one to read today...Participate in the contest that will give you direction in which to write...Sara
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September 28, 2010 at 11:02 AM
Enjoyed reading your poetry today Iman. Have a wonderful day. Love, Carol
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