Have you ever felt the mixed feeling when the book is over.
You feel maybe it could linger with you a bit longer. But like everything else, it also must end. But you still wait for a few words more…
Another day to live…a few more hour with the beloved.
One more hug…
A last touch…
Forever yearning…
I have tried to capture that feeling in the following verses
No…these verses just poured out
हुई किताब ख़त्म
अब कोई पन्ना नहीं बाक़ी
सीने पर रख कर बंद किताब
बस एक रुका हुआ
लम्हा ही है बाक़ी
ना अब और कुछ कहना है
ये अब आख़िरी बात है
बस कुछ टिमटिमाते तारे हैं
और ये अकेली रात है
Maybe I will catch the essence in English too….maybe
The book is read
There are no more pages left
The closed book lay on my chest
With the waiting moment
It waited
For few words, more
But alas
Those were the final words
A blank page
Is where it all ends
Now I lay there
Eyes wide awake
Surrounded by twinkling stars
and a long sleepless night
Sleep…with eyes wide open
My Tales Within 
Fabulous!
You have a knack of describing day to day activities so beautifully.
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Thanks. You are very generous in your comments 🙂
Glad you could stop by and read 🙏🙏
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