the book

All in all
it was just
another book,
short stories
of people
as some of us
do creatively
write.

Some making
sense
and some
leaving
you wondering,
at the abruptness
of the end,
some characters
continuing to jump
from one title
to the next,
some
left behind
to be never
referenced again.

The boredom
of the author
sometimes
quite evident
in the penned
lacklustre
mundane themes,
yet the
hidden talent
often
gripping the reader
enough
to ignore
the clock’s
unstoppable ticks.

Like a pizza
topped with
garnishing galore,
not necessarily
always
great to taste,
all elements
of possible
human drama,
liberally added,
as if to meet
a greedy
publisher’s list.

Pages turned
one by one
till I reached
a blank,
just my luck
to buy
an author
based on the cover,
suffering from
a writer’s block,
the common
malaise that
does affect
us all.

And strategically
placed,
on a corner
untidily scribbled
penciled words
read –
‘the rest is yours
to write,
in the colors
that you choose,
my pen ran
out of ink,
and from hereon
yours own words
will
just have to do’.

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Vidur
22Jan17