through the pages of my diary
i sniff the love i wrote for you
it doesn't smell like it did first
but the solace is still the same - euphoric
its pages are pale and delicate
getting softer each time i turn them over
my fingers caress the smooth letters
nostalgic of the dried ink
the creases on the leather
and crumpled corners of the backpage
are like crinkles by your eyes
in whose depth drown mine
in most of these epistles
i address you as my 'forever';
been leaving some rose petals
after verses that sound like home
and all the places i've been to
have some parts of you i left there
i've seen people fall for you
as they read my musings out
these days i don't journal
for life's too busy and hurtful
so this diary stays hidden and safe
in the attic, wrapped in velvet sheets
there are times when i collapse
upon the labyrinth - of lies!
times of despair and impatience when
the scripts bring hope that never dies.
YOU ARE READING
Jaan 'Nisaar
PoetryJaan 'Nisaar is a collection of all my poems; ranging through a spectrum of emotions of all kinds. The title is dedicated to the brightest star out there, Sushant Singh Rajput. He is energy, and energy never dies.
