Wednesday, April 14, 2021

L - That Book Called Life


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Yellowed pages of
Faded chapters 
A few titled 
And a few untitled 
Camouflaging into
Blurred traces
Of broken words 
Left behind to linger
Among, vivid images
Of stiched phases
Etched Into 
Those very pages
Few and far between 
And as I scrolled through 
I wondered, at what precise point 
Did those pages begin to yellow!
And in what chronological order
If there was any
Did they start to fade
Did the titles go first
Or was it the chapters
And did they all just dissolve
Into the oblivion
Or did they find space
In some other chapter
Under some other title
In another such book

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter L. 
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour


Pr@Gun said...

Images of stitched phases, yellow pages of faded chapters.. wow loved it, so much in these lines about moments, days and life.

Anita Sabat said...

Story of every book's life.
And even human life- we never know exactly at what point things deteriorate.

Deepika Sharma said...

Such beautiful imagery and amazing allegory. Did the title fade first or the chapters. Your poem really moved me. Will be saving this one for revisiting.
Deepika Sharma

Srivalli Rekha said...

Will we ever know what faded first? Do we even want to know? Maybe, maybe not. Love the poem, Ira. Cherishing the yellow pages is what we'll be left with when old.

Arti said...

Beautiful evocation of life cycles, of beginnings and ends and all the middles in between.

Durga Prasad Dash said...

The metaphor of book for life is beautifully expressed.