The chapters he left,
The dimensions that went unexplored,
The book could still feel his last touch,
His attention, the book demands,
His unfathomable love towards the books,
His collection of “Love stories”, “Fiction work” and everything still mapped his bookshelf,
He was somewhere lost,
Lost in his own world,
His wife now auctioning his books,
He lies somewhere beyond the horizon, a new world, a new beginning,
Now it was the time, the bookmark had to be removed,
From where he left,
Now it’s over, the chapters unread, the hidden characters, the climax,
Everything had now come to an end.,
Unfortunately a permanent one.
Your writing truly touched my heart.The way the words play with each other and paint a sky with your imagination is tremendous.
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That’s the reason why I named this blog “My part of Life”, deals with the colors that only few can sense. Thank you for your appreciation Neha. Nothing before a “Literature Honours” I guess!!