Blank Diary

This poem fathom the raw side and the deeper intricacies of life and its evolving philosophies.

A blank diary lies on the desk

hiding the purpose on its pages.

It is willing to absorb

the unkempt emotions as ink.

Moisture of ink is ready to get dry

as scribbles of an untold tale.

It may reveal its destiny as testimony

through mysterious mist as saga.

 

The papers are fragile so as fingers.

Thin texture may not bear the accumulated weight

of emotions the heart carry with much ease.

As all the emotions are frost in compressed past

where the chamber is sealed by the present

and the key is lost in the depth of future.

But the heat of burning memories

melts the chamber creating flash flood

and gush through the heart as tears.

It reflects on cheeks as rainbow hues

masking the melancholy in its splendour.

 

The destiny of diary remains blank

as it never got wet by ink or contrive the tale.

Heavy emotional down pour rewrites

the destiny of - An Unwritten Tale.

 

Diary got into the shelf as a mundane routine

while disclosing a truth of life for us.

‘Some tales are better left unsaid'......

© Maaya Dev

Author's Note

Would love to get reviews for my poem from readers.