I, a line in your Book?

The last few lines lingered on

the book lay on my lap

I close the colourful book

gently Run my hands over the cover

some books leave such an aftertaste

I think of all the encounters in life 

like in the book characters come alive

one by one I think of  them

and wonder what did they think of me?

will I ever know honestly 

do I want to know the truth

some self gratification may be

was I a line in your book?

line you would fondly remember

perhaps a paragraph

that you keep going back to

may be I was special enough

you have an entire page for me

a chapter with twists and turns

and it ended all of a sudden 

did you read between the lines?

was it supposed to be a full stop?

may be a comma still open

did you turn the pages too quickly

love you called was a mere curiosity 

could I be an entire book

but unfinished or unfathomable 

do you smile when you think of me

recall a glance which we shared

the way I moved into your arms

the sway of hips you noticed

when you kiss someone 

still think of the kisses we shared

do you feel guilty of treachery 

angry that I left without answers

happy that I moved on 

silences which moved us apart 

distances or differences drifted us apart

to love is easy but the forevers aren't

sigh! The people we meet

charlatans of Love I say

a business of hearts

imbalances of give and take

different strings of guitar

do strum together

real art lies in the artist's heart 

I sigh again! bespoke artists!