Its past 1 a.m and I'm still awake. Wide awake, laying on the bed tuning to the past memories of life.In middle of my reminiscent thoughts, i start wondering; who do i owe the most (next to my family)? Letting my mind go through some mentation,the ultimate answer i came up with was, my evergreen diary. I never imagined someday i could be writing a post on her.
As with the passing days and growing age, from season of rain to pinching winter, she accompanied in every venture of my life.Like the changing seasons, she has seen the changing me;brooding girl to a strong lady. Like a trusted friend, she patiently listens to my sorrows and to the tantrum i show with my words.In the midst of my own feelings, i see and find her, with open arms to embrace me.In her i can speak my mind; without slightest fear or regret.
There were days when i shared all the beautiful lines that i came across. I wanted her to know how crazy i could be. Time never bothered me.I could sit with her and jot down the song , for someone who meant a lot to me. She has witnessed my part of life and have seen how life has treated me.I reveal myself in all ways;envy, anger, joy,love, sorrow, fantasies-profound desire of sweet kiss from someone i love, wishes of being someone I'm not, the unexpected miracle to happen. She knows my strengths and weaknesses, my successes and my failures. There is nothing that she in-cognizant of. Flip the pages of hers' and its me you are reading through.
As with the passing days and growing age, from season of rain to pinching winter, she accompanied in every venture of my life.Like the changing seasons, she has seen the changing me;brooding girl to a strong lady. Like a trusted friend, she patiently listens to my sorrows and to the tantrum i show with my words.In the midst of my own feelings, i see and find her, with open arms to embrace me.In her i can speak my mind; without slightest fear or regret.
There were days when i shared all the beautiful lines that i came across. I wanted her to know how crazy i could be. Time never bothered me.I could sit with her and jot down the song , for someone who meant a lot to me. She has witnessed my part of life and have seen how life has treated me.I reveal myself in all ways;envy, anger, joy,love, sorrow, fantasies-profound desire of sweet kiss from someone i love, wishes of being someone I'm not, the unexpected miracle to happen. She knows my strengths and weaknesses, my successes and my failures. There is nothing that she in-cognizant of. Flip the pages of hers' and its me you are reading through.
very nicely written. Love the way you personify her and give her so much life.
ReplyDeletemeans a lot to me.thnks honey.
ReplyDeleteddnt read full but very maza....:)wll read sm day...
ReplyDelete@aloh; ok kay!!:)
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