Behind the mirror........

Creases on my face.........reminding of every passing phase....
In search of a grey diary.......I paced through the mirror at dusk.....

Looking deeply through it......... pacing through the mirror.....
Stretched out my arm.... for my pink rug doll .....

Ambled through curvy paths .......found some red flowers... ...Jeunesse....effervescent, efflorescence and ephemeral .......

Continued my walk .........found a white veil..........
Pondered where I lost my diary......

Continued my quest to find the grey diary....
Paced through the flight of steps....reached the roof top
Alas found my diary!!!.......

Tried to run back to light..............to scan through some pages.........

I stumbled and collapsed ...lost my bag........to reach the crystal door...........

Probing my way back through the drowning dark....
Gasping for breath.............wishing my way out.......

Oh...where am I..........screeched for help...
Anyone there....help...

Finding the crystal door...with ineffable joy
Saw a signora lying on my couch.........stretched out my arm for help...please help........





Poetry by lita mohapatra
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Written on 2012-08-09 at 16:49

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