Irony

In the midst of a cleaning spree

My roving eye and peek

Chanced upon

Few pages..of an old diary

Stalked beneath

Discarded stuff

The pages in their yellowish hue

Had so much to say ...about...

Brunt of time

Matters of rue

 

Faded ink showcased

Elongated days

Painful nights

Struggle against odd

Encountering absurd

In search of.... greener pastures

That never came across

Lasting imprints of

Lost glory

Illegible cursive pattern

Embodying soul of 

Deep-rooted emotion

Revealed...yet another story

A tale of a dream

Chased with all intent

Yet had to bury its head

In the land of fate

The longing to belong

Remained metaphor

In the expanse of song

Leaving no breathing space

Yet sighs ...long.

Favoring a bit of melancholy

Beyond the reach of palpable ally

Irony... took stock of the matter

Making it loud and clear.