Memories and Books

Memories are like your favorite book,

you pick it up to get just another look.

With a smile you read it again but you know the story,

you have been through its all ups, downs and glory.

Few chapters you want to revisit  more often,

while many others you have deliberately forgotten.

You skip pages intentionally as your heart fires as ember,

true that some memories are not worth enough to remember.

A page got folded un-noticed,  the last time you read it through,

And you unfurl it back to its own shape to make it look all new.

And while glancing through those treasured lines of that favorite verse once more,

engrossed, you hold the book close to your heart while a dried rose drops on the floor.

For few seconds, the sudden fragrance of the beautiful moments of the past comes alive,

oh dear! the pressed flower has now lost its radiance as it couldn't survive.

It reminds you were compelled to keep it away due to its thorns,

but, you loved it so much that even today your heart mourns.

You kept it on top of the lines which you loved always,

then you feared to open those pages for last many days.

You pick the scattered petals of the dried rose up from the floor,

though it pricked you a little but you don't feel the pain anymore.

You quietly put it back with care, leaving along a small part of you soaked in rain,

For your next visit to the shelves of your library and pick up your favorite book once again.