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Missing Pages
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My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey.
Chapters turn on their own,
Sometimes tear on their own,
And when ink spills over,
Panic rush hovers.
Lessons being taught interesting,
By a community screwing and resting,
But my boredom pleads escapade,
To a thriller or a fantasy play.
Memoirs of childhood calling,
Wherein lies an imaginary brawling,
Old anecdotes mashing into fairy tales,
Blend into good for nothing slambook fails.
Autobiography of an introvert,
Turned into case study of an extrovert,
Fake biographies of me,
Are penned down without me.
Bookworms eat their way through,
Tasting tiny little letters of mine,
Will my missing pages speak for themselves?
I wait till I sign them myself.
© Pinky B
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey.
Chapters turn on their own,
Sometimes tear on their own,
And when ink spills over,
Panic rush hovers.
Lessons being taught interesting,
By a community screwing and resting,
But my boredom pleads escapade,
To a thriller or a fantasy play.
Memoirs of childhood calling,
Wherein lies an imaginary brawling,
Old anecdotes mashing into fairy tales,
Blend into good for nothing slambook fails.
Autobiography of an introvert,
Turned into case study of an extrovert,
Fake biographies of me,
Are penned down without me.
Bookworms eat their way through,
Tasting tiny little letters of mine,
Will my missing pages speak for themselves?
I wait till I sign them myself.
© Pinky B
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