The Book

Ah, in this unending race, where everything seems to run
There lay a broken home, shaken, unmoved, and undone
Aloof, Alone, Ajar, where just one is all and all is one
Looked for traces, traces of life, alas, found none

None other than pages, old, torn, scattered in dust
None other than pillars, trembling, weakened by rust
None other than nests, of the birds who flew in thirst
Amidst the chaos, Stumbled by a rift in the crust

Flickering eyes gaze, beneath an old woody table
Found a book, in a sheath of dirt, uttering noises of a fable
A fable of old times, dark and worn, livid one would label
Redolent of age, chaos and pain, yet stiff and stable

Compelled by desire, urged to hear the reticent
Whiffed the dust off, to reveal what it meant
Engraved letters shone, in the faintest accent
"Me!" was the title, but the author was absent!

With a heavy heart, turned the cover page
Saw empty spaces, pale, ashen and beige
Like a show about to begin, on a curtained stage
Like a bird about to fly, as set free from a cage

Turned over, found a spectacle, a vignette of boy's brains
Vivid images of robots, lasers, bombs, rockets and planes
Mountains, rivers, sunrise, homes, birds, lanes and trains
A plethora of colors, patches all around and stains

Flipped through the pages, it was a blend of dark and bright
Brights, of a teal sky, with blob of clouds, and a fluttering kite
And dark sketches, of cries and the horrors of a gloomy night
Shriveled parchments, once damp with tears and plight

And there were myriad pages, with fine curves and lines,
As dunes on a desert, infinite ,desolate, cryptic  designs
Hiding what not, buried  under, quagmires with signs
Like a weary long wait, of ages, slowly which undermines

And then, there was a page, with shimmer and gleam
Bursting with life, dazzling, flamboyant and extreme
As the waves and ripples in blaze, glittering off a stream
And two love birds flighting, a perfect love theme

Soon, reached the end, end of the fleeting bliss
Yeah, the life was gone, something was amiss
And stood bewildered, wondered who's this?
Deeming in the wrecks,  lost in the abyss

Quickly, darkness took over, the dusk was falling
At the house and at the page,  the night was crawling
Unsettled by the noises, oh!, the dream was hauling
Unrest, Wakened, it was over, the life was calling