I am a book with prologue and epilogue with reviews and synopsis with poems and stories combined in between mind-blowing chapters.
I am a book with remarkable pages, some are folded some are ripped some are loose some are missing some are highlighted some are bookmarked some are coffee stained.
I am a book waiting to be read to be enjoyed to be appreciated to be pondered on to capture your attention to get you into places to get lost into for days.
I am a book sitting atop a shelf in an old town's library, handed over from generation to generation though not for sale, still read by many, interpreted by lot loved by most.
I am a book waiting for random strangers to flip through my pages and wander through my chapters in between interludes and moments of Aha! as they quietly read me word for word page by page cover to cover through and through- get deeply engrossed in my tales and find it isn't easy to part with me when it is time to go, and when they are done reading me, a hint of a smile on their faces there would be as they carry bits and pieces of lessons and wisdom from me and echo to other people how I touched their lives even in a little way.
Holding heritage from past so close Hoping they sing stories of heart Reverberating good old days, my memory box Wrist bands, letters, photos and love All memories you hold meticulously residing inside these Lifeless things Aching with nostalgia, deciphered by me Revamping my soul shimmering serene In one corner i saved my first poetry, In another some childish lost stories You've known me more than anyone With so unrevealing mementos of my life. Not alive yet so rhetorically Anthropomorphic Gleaming hues of Unheard story i carry.