Dog-eared to the end

There I reach At the last few pages Close to where The book would end Where it no longer will hold in its cover A story unread For me Forever There in those last few pages I stop There I close the book Dog eared at the last unread page To be read later ButContinue reading “Dog-eared to the end”

There somewhere lies the story

In the closed bookLies a storyOf past memoriesmixed with fantasy Eyes read the writtenWords conjure the pictureMind weaves the storiesSome regular, some crazy In that lies that white housewith that fence, bright greenThose flowers in the gardenRose, lily, daffodils and daisy Those thoughts and feelingsAnger, envy and loveThose relations and conversationsSome silent, some noisy ThatContinue reading “There somewhere lies the story”