MY  DIARY

This is a Diary
but this does not record
events,
appointments, or even achievements

This is a string
with beads of thoughts and emotions
my little joys, trepidations of my heart
and records
words , that tell you
what I want to say
words that fail to tell you
what I want to say
as also words, which mean
much more than what they
could ever say

When I write
the pen moves to the rhythm
of my heart beat
the ink that flows out
reflects
the gush of emotions
leaving me as quiet
as Sea

After its waves rise high
and crash on the Beach

I
may be in any part of the world
TO YOU
Through my words
I try to reach...

~ Mukul ~

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