Blue Insights
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Blue Insights

An image of a woman sitting with her knees up, writing in her diary with a black pen.
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The Lost Pages Of My Diary

The lost pages of my diary beckon to me.
Another sad poem, a practical prose.
All words too deep to be felt by any heart,
Only the paper being able to bear the brunt of my ‘heart’s attacks’.
Each word as candid and as contentious as the next.

The lost pages of my diary beckon to me,
Filled with unshed tears, unspoken words, and unheard prayers.

They said to me one day, “What’s it gonna take for you to lift your butt up and do what it takes?”
They’re a burning reminder for me to go ahead and live the life I always wanted.

One that has seen my troughs and highs, my tears and laughter, my best and worst, judging me neutrally.
The only one who knows me better than me;
The lost pages of my diary beckon to me.

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Srinath

Tired of a normal life. Afraid of a different one. I’ve taken refuge in Poetry and dreams. Aspiring Aspirer.