Blank Diary

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 a saga.

The papers are fragile so as fingers.

Thin texture may not bear

the accumulated weight heart carries

with so much ease since ages.

As all emotions frost in the compressed past

where chamber is sealed by the present

and key is lost in the depth of future.

But the heat of burning memories

melts the chamber creating flash flood

and gushing through heart as tears.

It reflects on cheeks as rainbow hues

by 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 downpour 

rewrites the destiny of 'An Unwritten Tale.'

Diary got on the shelf as a mundane routine

while disclosing a truth of life for us.

‘Some tales are better left unsaid’...