Wishlists

Wishlists ... why do people make them? 
The idea of wishlists has always fascinated me.
Wish-list: a list of all those wishes that hold a potential to make you happy, a list which when made brings out the innocent and child like honesty to the fore and somewhat ends up with a blushy pink line on your face.
For some, a wishlist is a piece of paper, having mugged up all the strong goals and aspirations of a person's life kept in a remote corner of a room saved from all the eyes around.
But for some it is a list of innocent desires that are waiting to be read by friends, family or someone who can pamper them!
The little child sitting deep in the heart always wishes to hide the scroll of your aspirations on the most obvious place... under the pillow. On the top of one's skin is an imposting desire of the list lying at its place unattended and unseen. But under that very cover is a bunch of butterflies running up and down waiting for the paper to magically vanish away (secretly read by someone! )

Pages...

I am afraid of flipping the pages of my inked diaries...
As in them lie the leaves...
Leaves of unsaid stories
Leaves of unattended thirst for glories
Leaves of unimaginable fears
Leaves full of bleeding tears

Pages inked with a watery heart
Lying unread ... untold... unclassed....

-The InkDiary