Diary

Dear diary is how I address,

It is no less than a friend.

It has a crimson cover,

I keep it under cover.

I share with it my secrets and desires.

Even the most mundane of events.

It knows my past, present and fantasies,

Everything is etched forever.

Any day its a good read,

For me its a best seller.

Like a thriller its exciting,

I can spend time for hours together.

When I flip through the pages,

I realize it holds more emotions,

Than anyone can hold forever,

It doesn't burst with anger.

I laughed, I cried when I penned it down.

I know for sure it will never let me down.

My first crush, when I first blushed.

My fear of rejection, the cause of my dissatisfaction.

When I got proposed, I got a rose,

Though dried out but still held together.

My heart break, how it ached,

Tear drops all over the page.

My first pet, my achievements.

My family and friends,

Even my foes and failures,

It holds them all together.

Many anecdotes, I composed.

Mixed feelings arose.

Many confessions have freshened,

My diary is my prized possession.