The novelist
Scripted words pasted in paper
The camera rolls for all it cares
To the yester years we remember always to forget

I want to write about us
Finding our destinies in the fiery hands of time
The laughter we divided like bread
The tears we swam in despite it's piercing cold
Shivering under the cold breath of life
I squeeze out my dreams from the past

Too many detours taken to reach same destination
A curry of imagination added to for it's flavour
For what is love without imagination ?

I deep my heart once more into the ink
To speak once more to our unfinished story
Immolating ourselves into a new beginning
Like the seas we unroll our bandages to the shores of new dispensations

We die
Leaving an unfinished story
With love as it's last word.