Me n My Diary...

There was a time when I
Would write a diary regularly
My joys n sorrows, my pen would fly
Over those pages daily.
Someone had told me that it is
a habit one must cultivate
And hence i wrote piece by piece
Of describing the events on that date.

Then it went from mere description
To perception, emotions, to my dreams
Every night in reclining position
I filled up reams n reams

I wrote with such fervor
Even I was surprised
All the freedom n all pressures
Went in the diary, gladly inside.

Guess things which flare with a bang
Are quenched with the slightest drizzle
And since my diary was so jhing jhang ;-)
It went out withot a fizzle

Today I still carry this diary of mine
To wherever I am going
Hope to open it again
And pen my thoughts n doings.

When pondering one day such
Wondered how it would be
Nothing great, nothing much
But to be my own diary.

Inja's Diaryspeak:
Dear Diary, she would write
Without having an idea that
These moments make my day so bright
Like a holy book on a prayer mat.

And then would follow one by one
Words which are the most honest
Of how sometimes the day was so much fun
And yet sometimes she so did detest

Of all the giggles she shared with friends
Of all the tears and disappointments
Of all the mails her best frnd sends
And then the day's biggest dents.

Of angst and pride, of joys and sorrows
Of missed assignments, of wasted times
Of living like theres no tomorrow
And then of her petty crimes

These are times when I believe
I was her bestest friend ever
For it was to me she would come to grieve
Or just to be happy together

I laffed with her, and I did comfort
Without saying a word ever
Wishin for all I was worth
Someday I will talk to her

Talk to her like she does to me
Share my day's every single moment
Hopes and dreams I do not have any
For, a diary to be I was sent.

And then one day it suddenly stopped
She dint talk to me anymore
Maybe her other friendships topped
And I missed out on all her lore.

Still she does take me with her
Which gives me some hope
May be someday, in the future
She will come to me to smile or mope.
Some day.......................

Rhyme me you...

"My first blog and what shall it be?"
So asked this eager net surfer
"A poem, an ode or a funny story?
Cant make up my mind, o bother"

And then she thought of this little game
Which might not make sense whatsoever
But a beginning must be made all the same
And thus is born this rhyme clever.

Timepass some might call it
And some might even be impressed
The purpose is served isnt it?
My empty blog is finally dressed!

cyo in a while
till the next i compile...