I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.