Diary
Often torn on the corners
her cover, a bit faded away
she has the smell of my rustic ink!
which bleeds emotions..
ushers out clouds..
flows experiences, all sweet & soar..
Clumsy, absurd she is
chaotic, abstract too..
Thoughts unfiltered
Poems unedited
Notes irrelevant
Memories overloaded
She starts with whichever page opened
& ends in the heart, jigsawing all the pieces broken!
Every line has a story
Every corner, a faded memory!
She is my strength,
My chaotic wealth
In every other way
She is Me,
And I Am, what she is about to say!!
~ Sanjeevani
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