Passages ..


We once began
and
made a book
We filled the pages
with
laughter,
stories
and sometimes
even tears ..
Some pages
had pictures
of moments,
when words were
thoughts guarded dear
when silence and a glimpse
meant closeness
far above this .. near
Some confrontations
and
inhibitions
apart,
few abrupt passages
we wrote
that went straight
to the heart
Some enacted emotions
and
deep distant fear
moments of unbelonging,
written
in crimson
playful memory,
holds them dear
The pages
that once began,
we never thought
would get old ..
the sketches of affection
would get burdened
in blue ..
Stories that
we wrote were
of a different kind
stories of feelings
undefined and sublime,
understood in moments
best summarized
by today
The pages had sounds
of moments
ringing,
in pearly laughter
and the assertion
of the solemn cheer,
when directions
made it all so clear ..
The exercises
were difficult
too
every step of the way
I would look upto you
Often the pages had
cliffhangers,
when the ending
would seem near
Holding onto feelings
the book lasted few tears ..
But now the book
is
at its end
Some stories, though
are left untold
Between the stacked
sheets of paper,
some dry rose petals
and
a marigold
Faster than the
days go by
were the moments
filled in the years
that were seconds
of fulfillment
to a lifetime of grey
The book has pages
like these in which
life still unfolds
I promise
hopeful perspective of
incompleteness
will not cease to behold
these stories,
I'll let unfold . . .