MY DIARY

i look restlessly in the old cupboard with broken lock

searched  in the trunk within old junks 

half used pencils look up to me and mock.....

the old alarm clock  no more ticks, 

though the time has flew 

building memories bricks on  bricks

finally my eyes spotted the scribbled notebook

the whites faded to yellow 

i turn page by page my thought mellow

smile did i to know i cried on broken bats 

and laughed my belly out with the fictitious cats and rats . 

few pages i fail to read as the words are  hazy and frail

may be written wen eyes were blur and heart beats trailed. 

then there is blankness  in between

and then a few with colors red and green

even if i dont  read the letters convey they are happy and gee

I turn again to find the pages all in blue 

not that the pen dripped , 

but it was my wound which was glued 

the corner of my eye is wet

i realise its more yet.....