MY OLD DIARY

Dear Diary,

My diary , my obsolete diary

You were lost in the air of desolation

And were unable to cross the Oblivion

In the pursuit of better future

But I am grateful to that day

The day before Deepawali

When I was piling my books

Putting in order those

Stationery

That’s too on Mom’s order

I found my diary in one corner 

Isolated by light and forbidden air

Eating dust all the time

I wonder how you managed to survive

Beneath the heavy Maths book

Besides the difficult physics notebook

And with 

Several Chemical reaction going on you

Which made your page yellowish

With the blue ink spread sideways 

Have you never felt suffocated?

Or have you planned to bear all these with

Smiling face?

Till now the words are quite eloquent

In that hazy handwriting too

Not caring about grammatical mistakes

And inadvertently written spellings

Ignoring the structure of sentences

Fortunately the bookworm did pity on me

By not eating my feelings on those pages

Yet 

Reading is a cakewalk

Because I remember the incidents

Flashing contionously in  my memory

Like a pause video played again from beginning

Here I thought u don’t need to be prolific

To write certain things 

Only you need is the veracity in your emotions and Words

I apologize you my diary 

Because for a period of time,

I forgot that you too have identity in my life…

                      — Shashank

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