Somewhere between the lines, love got lost

My life is bared for you to see in all the lines I wrote

You decided to read between the lines and pick and choose

You let imagination run wild,  gave free rein to emotion

Somewhere between the lines, love got lost in translation

I just ask for a moment of your life to read and look

And you will find that my life is an open book

Like a river that runs calm and runs deep

So is my love for you darling, forever to keep

Launch, not lunch, you fool

Lunch! I jumped up with joy
I will join you in a minute
Let me collect my toys
Hunger pain was acute

Where did everyone vanish
Cafetaria was empty
My enthusiasm tarnished
I am now sweaty

Searched every nook
Everyone in meeting hall
Launching Sacha’s book
Mama mia! I am a fool


This post is in response to Sacha Black’s 32 weeks in 52 words – week 46

To the Author of the Book I am Reading

A good author draws us to his writing by blurring the world between fiction and reality and it is hard for us to walk away from a good book.

To the Author of the Book I am Reading

All characters in the book
Are fictional
You proclaim
With an enticing cover
Cleverly written Forward
A back cover with tidbits
I am drawn to turn the pages
Between the covers
Soon I am engrossed
Fictional characters turns real
Mind drugged with your emotion
Surrendering to your thoughts
Hijacked
World of fiction grips real life
Tongue starts speaking
Your language
I become one with your
Fictional characters
Fiction becomes reality
Know I can close the book
Imprison your characters
Inside the cover
Throw it away
Go about my daily life
Do tell me
When in your book
You have depicted me
Emotions real
Flowing from my heart
How do I shut thee off
And walk away from me?