last Word with  mY Diary

Boiled baked turmoil

i served everynight past three years in a line 

my diary,

i ask u favor 

to answer 'A' question...

did ...i ever made anyone jolly!(trickling of a tear drop )

scrutinized scathed spaces

wrathed with my scribblings

on your blatant black pages

dint i ever sung mournful

on every face dumb written!

inking on your very sour edges,

sinking into your folded pages,

did i ever borrowed affection!

dragging the tip pointing the ball pen's ink,

scratching the bleached bamboo..i ask..

did i ever said i made someone feel good!

paddling in my own wastage,

on through a stinking ordeal,

did i ever fished something new...

or likewise just gave some of those old miserable phews.

deaf tuned sense of  my all five ,had u ever attended anything placid spooned!

mocking ,mean mouth of  mine ,had u ever  spoken a miserable truth?

icy, smeared eyes in my socket dice, had u ever scrolled

for something which i should once had dreamt... in lieu,

aching limb mounted with greased up nails...asking

i had savored the torment of  your half born emotions too distinct

now pls answer my begging questioN!

did i ever meant sensible

without being sarcastically ridiculed!

projecting as a gentleman without acting 

like a nerd crawling in library dunes!

or shall i ask did i ever appeared simple

despite hiding behind some complicated spoof....!

wished binary consisted just yes and no

and my diary 000 000 000 000

a false belief for it will reply...

(pain dubbed in ironical smile, 

wishes to give a cry,

eyes buried in diary ,

lungs taking a deep sigh.)

enjoyed much of your cackling silence...(my diary)

thank u!

for the answer..

and here on this note i burn My Diary!