"PERFECT PERSONA!" - The Diary of A Poetess

"We poets bleed blue, don't we?"

"This book is an embodiment of the plight of an imperfect soul, in desire of the perfect life, which was never hers to seek..."

One night, all lights went out. Shadowed by ultimate darkness, I stepped down the stairs with any hope of just finding a torch, but failed. With eyes drowned in fear of the dark and a weak heart, I was completely occupied by the darkness, which stood there as a silent witness to my suffering. I stayed lonely, still with the a tiny hope of finding the thinnest ray of light, but finally became an inhabitant of the darkness where I felt home.

Yeah, I did tumble over the stairs, I fell, I bled, I slipped again over the tears I shed, and all of this pain, dark blue blood, sweat, tears which rolled infinitely, concretised to form the poems I write, the poems which help me fly towards light, through which I write off my fear, I learn to endure the pain and endear the end.

I now think back if I really need the light, now that I have learnt loneliness, when loved, turns into solitude, which has its own bliss...

Only through this journey did I learn that my true, inner Persona was nothing like what I had known before - It had been darker, and had longed for the light that it could never seek, which I now wish to present it with through my poems...

They never lied when the said,
"Pain presents us with poetry, which heals the scars if you were capable of succumbing it; Pain gives birth to a thousand poets..."

Every sad poem is a diary of that victim of pain, who calls herself a poetess, as I do...

Ps.: the book has been edited recently. Persona is the name of my diary here. Not all poems are sad, but most of them are, but I promise, they won't disappint you...