This one is for Zulu....I tried my hands in poem Just for you....Hope u hate it...

Aaj subah-2
Bole to early morning….
Main der se uthi….
Aankh khuli to saw…
The sun was raw….
I wanted to yawn but….
People call it rog so I stifled the yawn…
I saw birds flying in the open sky…
But there was a dove inside my kitchen…
People say dove is good for good luck….
That reminds me, our dove is still missing….
Haan to,
There was dove in my kitchen….
I said go away bird….
Go home…
Go for work…
Do whatever you do but shoo from here…
The bird gave me an eyeful…
Ate my bhel…
And flew away….
And Zulu I can not write more than this…
Main shayar to nahin…
Magar aapke liye itna likha diya… 

The best part about diaries, you can not rate them even if they are crap...It is called poetic licence  ;-)  so feel free to give equally crappy poems & comments