Dressed in a colorful wardrobe, words speak
Of uncertainties, anxieties, joy and belief .
Purple, addressing the glorious smiles.
Red, reminiscing the wrongs and rights.
Black, the usual ink.
Blue, when there’s a mood swing.
Words halt at paragraph ends ,
They italicize, when tension trends,
Underlined, they make memories count.
Capitalized, they note down experiences profound.
Handwritten text across ruled lines .
Pages after pages, yellowed with time.
She dwelled in the mightiest world,
Afraid of emotions, restricted her love
To the smell of ink on paper
And sight of new books to savour.
A year or so,
A new diary plays no role.
It struggles a place on the back shelf,
Awaiting a storyteller to befriend .
Conversations shared over cold coffee,
Day after day, intertwined souls, oddly.
Words dressed in emotions,
She chirps all day long.
Words now halt at change of expressions
And he, loves her daily song.