While cleaning the junk
Found a little torn notebook,
Taking it out of the trunk
I gave a closer look.

Turning its pages
I recalled the history,
I slid down the lane
of dusty patch of memory.

A time when I had the wings
my life got a zing,
The sweet songs of love
I too used to sing.

I went through all pages
and realized what I miss,
To remain in love forever
is an eternal bliss.

Life has gone through
many ups and downs,
The maturity has buried
the old love and romance.

I decided to rewrite
the same love story,
To feel and spread love
giving a twist to my dark poetry.

Age is what you feel
A child resides beneath the maturity,
More shayari will be added
to my diary now surely!!