The Leather Bound First Edition.

Rows and rows of memories,

Stacked together and tucked away,

A few neatly, the rest in haste,

Its just a thing of past anyway!

An idle mind browses through,

The young leading to the old,

‘Handle with care.’ Said one dusty volume,

And my curiosity was easily sold.

The pages yellowed and cracking,

It started with a steady hand,

Curving and looping the letters linked,

‘Once upon a time,” the writer began.

Living and dying with the words,

Time lost all grip and slipped a decade,

Gliding and slithering as if in a ballet,

Enslaving. The scripture danced.

Just before the final chapter,

Just before the terminus,

As untouched as a virgin

The leaflets were empty, vacous!

Page after page they were turned,

Longing to find an end,

Old and yellow, the blank parchments,

Have no ‘Happy ever after’ to be told.

Rows and rows of memories,

Stacked together and tucked away,

A few neatly, the rest in haste,

Conclude what you want, say what you may.

(P.S: It still feels a bit incomplete. Cant figure out what it is!)