Half-Read Book
Half-Read Book
I feel like a half-read book placed near the window at dawn
Like wind is howling on the unread pages
Turning and flipping them in anguish
Like it’s refusing to be read
I feel like a half-read book
And the reader had stopped reading after the chapter in which my heart was broken
and what happened in the next chapters always remained unacknowledged.
I feel like a half-read book
And I want you to come and read me again from the chapter where you have left
But now it has been a while and
I have started smelling like rust hibernating on the shelf all this while
But I am afraid that your fingers might tear those untouched, rusted corner of my pages
I feel like a half-read book
All the metaphors of love are faded
All the semicolons holding us half-alive are faded
The universe which I have personified for you is faded
Just the full stops are clearly visible like a big black evil hole waiting to gulp down the story.
Will you tear those pages and crumple them?
Or you might make paper planes out of them
And see whether it will land on my love or crash like my frictionless heart
Who falls for you every time it felt you.
I feel like a half-read novel
The unread chapters will find its solace
If you could just keep a flower in between the pages
So the book and flower would wither together.