My diary my companion, my sanity My squiggly scribbles just so squiggly Precaution to stop others from discovery My diary I kept writing in short codes in secrecy
My diary full of random words No meaning it will hold for anyone I ensured My diary and its words – just words! Brings the nightmares alive – leaving me drained!
My diary then, after years, transforms Paper to screen. Squiggly words to veiled sentences My diary and I, now we have privacy from the ‘spies’ Through password, files saved on those cumbersome floppies
My diary yet again, it transforms to interactivity I no longer carry it with me, indefinitely. My diary now online, my 'blogiary' Sentences – expressive posts, prose and poetry
My diary no longer just my own anymore Other kindred souls write on it too, make it grow My blogiary now converse with a voice – it is raw Supportive feedback, offers blissful comfort and more
My blogiary and me – we have tough days, true of late I break down at points, giving up, I stop, to contemplate My blogiary nonetheless, lives a life of its own fate My diary - not just MY diary anymore!
My ‘blogiary’ My blog diary My virtual diary My life, my journey My future, my sanity My online community My strength my sanctuary My voice, I cultivate somberly My friends! Support me gingerly!
I become you and me, a communion I become African, American, and Brazilian I become Bhutanese, Burmese, and Nepalese I become Zambian, Egyptian, and many others
This I, becomes the common eye This voice becomes high – stops the sigh This we, in turn become the plea – the global cry This cry will persist, will resonate, and will not simply die Power to the womb of you and me, him and her, all humanity
This pulse in me will throb; these words in me will flow & gush The arteries being you, the heart World Pulse!