What is a bookmark? If not a promise to come back, where you left off? We go around bookmarking chapters of our life we couldn’t quite finish, that perhaps made our heart ache. But they also made our heart warm, like the winter sun on cold mornings.
Are you smiling right now?
There is a book I can’t make any sense of,
yet I cannot seem to put it away.
Flipping page after page,
with faint, lingering hope,
it’d turn to something beautiful.
One day I chance upon a chapter,
that takes my breath away,
until, after a couple of flips,
it too, stops making sense
But since abandoning things midway,
demands a strength I am yet to have,
I bookmark this chapter,
& keep it aside quietly.
Someday when I’m wiser,
and my heart has more strength,
I’ll come back to you.
Until then, I’ll let you rest,
On the shelves of my weak memory.
Hoping that when the time is right,
I may have not forgotten about you.
Keep bookmarking chapters of your life like this. Open them in secret & feel that warmth again from time to time. Or open them for good, and start all over again.