My Diary

My diary is so sweet and soft
And rimmed fair with rainbow frill
My words are plane and deep from core
And dance with me in glowing glee

Ha! My dancing diary!
I sometimes get burst at thoughts
But sometimes I laugh and dance
It sometimes makes me weep
With lovely words I wrote in past

I don’t need a pen to write
Nor I need a time to write
But I read it bright and right
When I feel and sit for so

I could see those past in mind
In those coloured lovely frames
As if I am amidst them
And feel real as if present

I don’t have a fear at all
As I locked it hard and safe
No one could do steal and read
No one could infer it wrong

Do you know it? Why it is...
How it is? and where it is ?
It is written in my heart
With my heart and for my heart.