My Secret Diary

I have always wondered why would anyone have a personal diary? Why would you note down all your thoughts in one place and never have someone read it, but yourself. Aren't thoughts meant to be shared?


Why is it that we have to hide our real intentions or real feelings towards someone. Whether it be love or hate? Saying something can hurt, but at least it gets the whole uneasiness out of the way .. right?


I want to write down my thoughts in a personal diary, but have the whole world read it. I want to make my blog my personal diary. Most of the people I know in real life, don't have a clue about my blog. So I guess it would maintain some secrecy.


Friends tell me that I should keep secrets. But why. Why is that practical? To have secrets? I live alone. I can have a hundred million secrets if I wanted. But, that is just so boring and totally points to being a loner all together. I want to share my life, and my thoughts with the world. Maybe my thoughts are hurtful, maybe my thoughts will be helpful.


But at least you will know what I am thinking. I will be lesser of a mystery. To you and maybe even to myself.

Those scars and wounds

Here are the scars and wounds that I have.

Feel free to scrutinize  and mutilate them further. Feel better that you have made the correct decisions and that you have always done the right thing.

Here are my scars and wounds.
Make fun of them. Mock their existence. Feel smarter looking at them.The ones which tear my heart into pieces.

Here are those scars and wounds I have been talking about.
The ones you all knew were always there. The ones you thought only I could fix. The ones that you didn't want to witness when they took me nearer to death.

Here are those scars and wounds.
My pain. My life. Your ignorance towards them, even when you knew they were there.The ones you thought were only my way to portray my emotional drama.

You pretended alongside with me. Pretend like me, pretend that the smile on my face could hide those  scars and heal those wounds.

My very own scars and wounds.