Oh ! my dear diary
Where art thou
The quill with ink
Is waiting for you
It might be a thought
Or may be a song
Or my restlessness
Buried for long
You take it all
With no questions asked
And infront of you
I often get unmasked
And now out of sudden
You are nowhere to be seen
Hiding adroitly from my eyes (so) keen
This game of hide and seek
Despairs me a lot
And much more desperately
You are now sought
And an ephinany then strikes
Am I looking at places
When you are inside
Inside me all the time
The lub dub unmistakenly is yours
How foolish I was ofcourse
After those sleepless nights
Last, I’d sleep tight.
Yes I have experienced this before warriornaina.com started, now this has replaced my diary and best thing is my this diary is never lost.
Anyways… Beautiful poem Prankies..Everyone who writes can relate to it.
And this last lines..were very cute…
Inside me all the time
The lub dub unmistakenly is yours
How foolish I was ofcourse
After those sleepless nights
Last, I’d sleep tight.
Keep scribbling PrankiesHappy reading readers
Yours loving warrior
Naina
Found it.. Beautifully written.. A diary knows the real person inside us, keeps all our secrets safe and tells us everything will be fine. We don’t do it anymore. It’s sad.
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Thanks a lot Abhi for your appreciation.
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Reblogged this on The Scattered Beans……. and commented:
Do you have a journal which has been a soulmate to you or vice versa…..
Find them in this poem
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