Many a thing to see upon
In a world which is open
Where closeness plunged deep
Inside where it rightly deserves to creep!
You scribble on me hardly,
You scratch on me so painfully,
You thrust strong on me
To reveal everything to me
You know, whether you scribble,
Or you scratch, or thrust or nibble,
I am hurt never more or less,
As it always makes a smile of bliss.
Because more than that, you paint
Striking pictures of my conscience,
Adorn me with your magical power
As you craft everything for a lover.
Your way of approach is a surprise,
The climax, each time you leave me is a phrase
To recollect, remember, often and often
And smile at it often and often and often..
You dance on me well as I am a stage
Of strong base and solid mind to encourage
For each and every blunder you do
Of no matter the audience is one or two…
Since the time you found me,
A rigid bond has been born
That nothing can secede us both,
Not even the time would dare to do…
Because of our bold bond,
A new utopia has evolved where
Many things happen uncaring the time
That even sunset happens at the dawn..
We are born to live on together,
When you are called streaking “QUILL”
I am called glorious “DIARY”….