A writer’s diary,
Is a wand of cynical magic,
A plethora of inquisitive ideologies,
A colossal of art,
A canyon of irresistible plots.
One cannot simply crack open
The core of a writer’s diary,
For it vastly comes in an encrypted verses,
That a profound mind
Only can make any sense.
A writer’s diary
Is far more complex
And benevolent on it’s own.
With no lack of quintessential wonders,
Abominable astonishments,
Quack-whack of mysteries and
Irresolvable puzzles,
It serves us a fine-dine of mixed arts.
A writer’s diary contains
Undeveloped story lines,
Ignored poems,
Forbidden thoughts,
Unacceptable confessions,
Withering secrets.
They are not just day to day fancies,
But a heart’s beat by beat recordings.
They are not time to time blabbers,
But a confrontation of real-self.
They aren’t the monologues of a single character,
But are meant to be related by all who reads.
Those sobs, wits, mourns, brain storms, heart wrecks
Together forms a globe house of emotions.
You can’t sit and go through a writer’s diary
In a single go,
And also you can’t do it in a linear fashion.
Before opening it,
Brace yourselves,
To take over an epic adventure.
What you get from a writer’s diary.
Won’t be read through a writer’s book
What you perceive of that writer
Through his/her published works,
Will become a mere delusion
After reading their diary.
If you want to know a writer,
By his soul and spirit,
To view their insights in a naked form,
Which was covered by fake necessities,
To consume the greatest ethereal mind,
Then go read a writer’s diary.
-Maha