My diary of significant dates

It is not a blue-colored book,
Of nursery rhymes,
nor a moving tale in black and white,
Secrets of romance and dates
offered by a silly flirt who
plays with life as we play with
dice on the board, casually yet
a sense of belonging to it,
The diary lies there abject:
Scribbled figures of
Ration card consumption,
Children’s school fees, the
launderer’s list, newspaper
cuttings and illustrations,
The blue print of mindset
figured on the papers,
my meticulous household
budget of provisions to
Paper bills bother me,
The diary steals a place
In my shelf of safety.