"Memoirs of a Diary"

Tuesday, June 28, 2011 Heba Moeen 8 Comments

I collect memories from footprints of time,
of delight, hurt and sorrow;
where each moment is odd yet sublime.
Words hurt more than physical pain,
inflicted by those who were footprints on sand but utter disdain.

I wait for waves to wash away,
those memories, so profound ...
or wait for them to walk away,
before my heartbreak sound.

As I flip through in front of my very existence,
I wish to have undone ...
Yet  I surrender in front of destiny's persistence,
where words are many but meanings none!

I collect memories from footprints of time,
where people are many but true friends few ...
yet I wait for life to sketch it's mime,
and introduce characters, new ...

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  1. This is great! I love it.

  2. Thanks for dropping by and commenting! :)

  3. And can this diary be told
    that on every page fold

    there may be a time when
    each page will be scanned

    and each one will be rewarded
    with good and bad promptly cited..

    Nice to see and read some thoughts of yours.

    Kind Regards,

    An Acquaintance

  4. Wow! I just love your words! It's like a continuation of this poem. :)
    Hope to see you around.

  5. You will if only you're willing to continue your writings specifically poems, please.

    I'm sorry but I prefer lapses.

    Kind Regards,

    An Acquaintance.

  6. Yes I will ... had been out of touch. Have a lot in mind to write. Please mention your name. :)