An
embryonic faith
Delving
with time,
Vigour
to capture
Beseeching
a taste
Sun
was loud,
Night
was never a waste
Speaking
of a story
The
pages flew in haste.
Laughter
to love, humour to hell
Chimes
sang, dancers played
Mother
smiled, children waved
Action-packed
skids, cars to bet
Oh,
the lyrics,
Oh the
epilogue.
A
pillow over a pillow
A
slight shift of eyes
A
squirming soul
A fear
of losing the chapter
A fear
of forgetting the characters
And,
A moment
later: the tale just ended.
Just a kick in my heart, when I
start with a book that affects my mind and heart, my mundane things, my
belongings and my expressions: this one is for that few minute feeling when I
am about to complete a tale in a book, in a series, in a film, in a real-life
narration.
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