Lost to the diary filled with my own scribbles,
I realised how vague were my whims and fancies,
that I wanted every heart to melt,
wanted everyone to feel what I felt,
that I desired of heaven residing on earth,
that I desired to be perfect from the birth,
that I wanted my every challenge to end with a gold,
that I wanted my speed to be as fast as Bolt.
Though I knew the reality is far behind,
but it was something surreal in my mind.
They were bubbles of desires,hard to burst.
More than wishes,they were my small thirsts.
A part of me was left in those lines
as they fascinated my bright sevens and dark nines...