Biography Of A Book.

Starting my life from a ruthlessly cut down tree,
i started my journey till a book to the hands of my master..
Who wrote wonderfully, which was kept secretly only till him and in my heart.
Knowing his pain, sufferings and yearnings for depth of caressness,
all he could express to, was with me because he knew i was the one
who gave him my heart to carve on.So he loved only me.

We both being too happy with each other, just like all good things come to an end forever
Just like when you already dead, there are swords still working on your flesh.
He left me one cold evening, between his lively green garden, something just left unwritten.
Just because he could'nt take me with him
Because when i asked him to take he said, he came here empty handed
so he cannot take anything with him, not even what was his.

I still kept waiting for him, ages and harsh nightfalls.
I was lying there, between those beautifull flowers, green grass and
sweet fragrance of lillies..My pages filled with his writes looked admiring and charming.
But who was there who could understand his heart without me.
Noone except me.

Winds blew off and turned the pages,
turned my heart, till it showed nothing more than blank white pages
wind, rain and harsh sun made me turn yellow to brown.
Tearing my heart as the pages started whithering, i felt as they were laughing on me.
Just to let me know, no one needed me or those phrases carved by him.

I was not hurt though because i knew he was there somewhere,
in those winds passing by or
those petals of roses from his garden, which came and
rested on my bosom.

I waited for my time
But i waited for my worth too.
Which even knew was never going to be known.
I cried my heart out on that stormy night,
just cause i did not wanted to show off my pain!!
and letters washed off with my tears.

Next day a cold calm morning,
i was lying scattered in the garden of my grave.
And the letters being washed half ways,
but was content, that the garden and the flowers
so the butterflies thought it was the raindrops did to me.
Not me myself made my life end through...
Just to show them i was happy even when i was gone...
Just to let them know i was strong enough to fly again up in the sky
till him, atleast a piece of my heart to reach till him..
to let him know, without me, i never let anyone know him ever...