Cleaning the cupboard
this Sunday morning,
found books
soiled by a layer
Of dust and indifference.

These works of fiction
which got to live
a reality of their own

I meet one. Yet unfinished,
with a boarding pass
used as a bookmark
still @ page no 169.

This one has tarnished
a little more.
Weathered by a baggage
of expectations
or an everlasting wait??

Some stories are better unfinished...