Welcome to ‘The Pocket Diaries’ a global platform for every talent, a suburb for passions palpitating beneath the thick layers of necessities and indeed an initiative to unfold innumerable hidden talents forth you.
A peculiar concept to bring your dreams to existence by providing you the very platform you always dreamt off. An opportunity to publish your works worldwide and indeed an
endeavour to provide you a ‘mysa’ in this contemporary incessant world.
My Maa Durga
But the best things are meant to end as well,
And anything you feel will always end too soon,
And no sooner will you feel it,
No longer believe it,
But the memory of remembrance with always, ALWAYS stay,
And when you see it again, it won’t feel like home,
You’ll know it’s yours again, but you’re never the same,
And flow again, like dragonflies, for nothing really stays,
But then again, those moments they, they never really go away,
Come again to find me, I’m here on my own,
Sit beside me some day, and leave if you wish,
But be happy that none of us exist.
No matter how dark the darkness be, one streak of light is enough to cut it out.
I know you can,
I know you will,
It’s just another obstacle,
Just another hill,
The shimmer of the twinkling stars,
And the rich vivid sky,
Would heal your scars,
And bring you closer to new highs,
Majestically the birds fly,
And swiftly the fish swim,
Ruminating on their flaws they do not sigh,
Because they are determined, bold and vim.
The lands are free
and the seas endless.
Just as you should be bright and boundless!
And all of this dauntless nature resides inside you.
Because if nature is your life, you are it’s dew.