These Torn Pages Of My Diary!!

Live come all memory;
And my eyes become teary;
When I see these torn pages of my diary.

Once it used to be my life;
It meant to be more than my life;
I poured myself truly;
In these torn pages of my diary.

It knows all my worry;
How many times I said sorry;
But for the pages now I don’t worry;
For these torn pages of my diary.

When I was alone they comforted me;
They provided the shade of an understanding tree;
With them I was totally free;
With these torn pages of my diary.

In the past I used to be;
As fresh as every page would be;
But today I too am torn like this diary;
I too am shattered & I am in pieces;
Like these torn pages of my diary.

I also get carried away when its airy;
Just like these torn pages of my diary.

Suyog