The Public Diary

I was reading an article in the newspaper. (An activity I used to happily indulge in but can’t nowadays; Life changes you in many ways). The article was about post offices and letters. While it was giving the age-old post offices their due share of appreciation, on the ending note it said that nowadays who will deliver a parcel half paid for…… It reminded me of a recent setback I had to face. I often indulge in artistic activities. So, the idea of sending a hand-made birthday postcard to a friend occurred to me. I asked my sibling to bring one postcard for me. She brought two. On asking the reason she told that a postcard costs 0.50 paisa that's why two of it for one rupee. I was amazed at the lowly cost in today’s time, but then a postcard is open enough for everyone to see what message it contains. After all, it costs you your privacy, I thought to myself. Who wants to hide a piece of art anyway, you never know it can bring a smile to the face of the person deli...

This one is to blogging, And the fact that I have a log-in. Helping me in decorating my bio(s), And attracting a few ‘Wow-s.’ I keep on changing the looks and design, And urge people to read posts of mine. Seeing views count, I let the words over-mount. Where my thoughts are expressed, And imagination gets its wings to spread. Not knowing what keeps people hooked, I write about what life has cooked. In a way improving my literary skills, and working as a (self) satisfaction pill, by saving my creativity from getting killed. A promise to keep you engaged, is what I'll try to manage. What started off as just a Blog, I never got to know when it started to mean a lot. Writer's  Poetess' Note:  This is the longest poem I've written so far.