The Book

I began a book
With characters a many
Gave them great characterizations
And a right to thought and progeny

With love and hate
And all emotions in between
Relationships and behaviors
Histrionics which ne’er was seen

Characters so diverse
With the good, bad and the ugly
Original situations that none could conceive
I looked at my creation smugly

Each one a pocket book I handed
To contribute their own new story
Pen down their experiences
Of their lifetimes happy, sad or gory

Enrich my book was all I wanted
The zest for experiences the only mission
Saddened I have been after all these eons
The characters I created have forgotten their vision

Here I wait with my book incomplete
Silently watching my characters go astray
Hoping helplessly that they find their vision
Sadly, I’m timeless and just can’t walk away

~ by Jolvin on March 10, 2007.