The book ends…and I am yet not sleepy

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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

Proton

Describe your life in an alternate universe.

In an alternate universe

I think

I would be a Proton

Charged yet stable

Purely positive

None of me, anything negative

I wouldn’t be seen flying all over the place

In an excited state

Not trying to be everywhere,

yet being nowhere

I will carry my worth

A mass, that would define and give identity

To the place, where I reside

Never decay,

There, I will sit in the core

Calm and stable

Yet influencing the world around

Through my innate positivity

Filled and essentially

Totally Positive

A cheap meal is not worth it

What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?

I ate a

stomach full

Something felt, not right

Doctors confirmed the feeling to be true

I spent a few costly days

In the hospital

I am alive and well now

…

Yes the money spent was worth it…maybe not the cheap meal 😄😄

The bill of the restaurant was cheap – but that of the hospital was larger. But yes it was worth it

A task not ‘To Do‘

Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

This task

Masquerades

as a creative prompt

I see its true identity

through its fangs

hidden behind the fake smile

I smile back still…politely

But to this bidding

I will not succumb

And the task

I will not do

…

But, maybe by answering, I fell into the trap

The news is never new.

It’s a bunch of opinions.

Stories – Sad and Horrifying

Nothing new I guess