Dear Diary, I know I haven’t been treating you properly,
I’ve been mundane and confused lately…

But I didn’t know if you would understand,
About the need that my heart did demand…

But I have to turn to you, I have no one else,
The truth echoes within me, like sound through hollow shells….

It all started when I met that person,
Who shone as brightly as the brightest sun…

I won’t mention her blessed name,
In case later there’s a risk of blame…

But I remember my entry in you that day,
“ my life has changed in every way…”

And though my feelings perplex you,
I assure you, Diary, she is one of very few…

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this earlier,
It was because I was confined by fear…

For a guy like me cant get someone like her,
But still, my wretched heart holds her dear…

And though I try to repel the attraction,
I yearn for every possible interaction…

You have all right to be angry, and more,
Because all this in my troubled mind I did store…

Is the situation bad, you ask..??
Getting me back to who I was seems an impossible task..

Because as of now, I can live without filling you with ink,
But I shall die if of her I don’t think…

Yes, its serious, yes I know,
Nowhere is this relationship going to go…

But I still prefer this existence,
Where she and I can be just friends..

For the exuberance that comes with her being,
Seems to give life a whole new meaning…

Diary, I know you are about me, not her…
But she is now part of me, it does appear..

So let us chronicle my love, in liaison,
Let us tell the world about my passion…

For, one day, when I am but dust,
You will show everyone what I did lust…

Diary, I’ve jumped into a well, and I cant come out,
Except you, no one can hear my wretched shout…

Dear Diary, let the pain no longer keep us apart,
Dear Diary, please imbibe the weepings of my broken heart…

As night faded and dawn arose,
the armies prepared themselves, armed and ready,
Both the armies to each other were foes,
the situation was about to get very messy and ******.

The warcry echoed, loud and clear,
It was time to fight, time to put aside every fear.

And as soldiers marched into the battlefield,
the mounted knights followed the ranks with lance and shield.

The armies faced each other, then there was a silence with a pause,
as men readied themselves to end their lives,
To fight the battle, win for a cause,
and how they were to make widows of wives.

"Attack!" came the royal command,
followed by the clash of cold metal against metal,
as hot blood flowed onto the land,
as many heroes valiantly fell.

The Bishops too, were busy, healing the wounded,
And for the dead many a tear was shed.

The Kings gazed at the fight,
unmoved by the violence, the soldiers sad plight!

The gruesome battle went on for ages,
the dead thrown in trenches, the prisoners in cages.

By and by one king did see,
that his army was defeated, all was lost,
and as he, in defeat, tried to flee,
He was surrounded by foes, his face aghast.

It was then that the players declared," Checkmate!"
thus was decided the king's fate.

The defeated king will get his troops back eventually,
so that another battle can be fought, similarly.

So, this is how chess is played,
Isn't it a brutal and fancy masquerade?...