She barged in right here,
Her red eyes tremble in fear.
Why enter when no one's near,
And make a mess of all what's dear?
Only to show off her necklace of pink-green,
The long white and grey coat, red boots so clean,
"Argh! There is she is! The ***** pigeon!"they shout,
She gives a mischievous smile, gets herself out!

Dear diary,
I love my life.
Never have I ever thought,
I'd not want to leave hostel.
Never have I ever made friends,
That stay throughout!
Never have I ever had these memories,
Worthy to share and happy to deserve.
Never have I ever felt so well,
It's been more than a week for sure!
Never have I ever loved my life,
That I want to live it alll!
Never have I ever wanted more time,
To spend with the people I cherish!
My heart feels so light,
I squeal with delight.
Dear diary,
I love my life!

I find no interest in life,
Except if it is for mother nature.
Excitement is dead for years,
I see point in absolutely nothing.
Is it because life's played me well,
Or have I been in its play for too long?
Humanity is not of my interest,
And I have too much to say, always!

She smells like earth,
Just when it is about to rain.
Her face always relaxed,
A reason for somones smile.
She's the brown fairy,
Pretty flowers and fruits belong her.
She's the Timberbell!
When you see her you can tell!!!

Nights, Libraries and Exam halls,
White sheets, New books and Sleep.
She loves these all in heap.
Lonely nights console her,
Bundles of books save her,
Paints and rain are what make her,
She is a dandelion and it is her!