Closed book
Walked alone through a crowded street.
He was the one who danced to his own beat.
He never really needed music to define how he was feeling
But there came a day where nothing seemed appealing
Except for a lady who had her hair down
Pretty eyes. Who dressed in an elegant gown.
He wasn’t ordinary himself but walked past her like he didn’t exist .
He was scared of the impression he’d put up. “She wouldn’t like you” his mind would insist.
But courageous enough, he worked his charm
To his surprise, his heart remained unharmed.
He thought he was blessed to have found the appropriate woman
He finally felt something. Something insane. Something human.
Curiosity inside him wanted to know more about her
But as he learnt everything else went blur
He had to realize she was a closed book
Sparkle in her eyes vanished with every look.
He was pretty much scared of where things were heading
He noticed that winter was coming and so were the leaves shedding.
Just like the classic, the last leaf
He thought he could hold it all together.
But for all he knew their bond was as strong as a feather.
Sooner or later he had to realize she was a closed book
Sparkle in her eyes vanished with every look.
He thought to himself, ‘My curiosity ends where fear erupts.’
And like always, his heart interrupts.
Courageous enough , he worked his charm
Walked out of her life , making sure his heart remained unharmed.
The nostalgic insomniac 