The Unforgettable Touch

You touched my soul without even laying a touch on my body,

But when you touched my body, the soul had departed by then,

And thus the 'Unfinished' continued..

The Unfinished Chapter..

I sit back tonight and turn over a few of the old pages..

The pages have by now withered on the edges..

But the pages strangely smell as fresh as the wet earth from the first rains..

They seem to intoxicate me like a fresh mug of brewing coffee, many of which we have shared before..

These pages have resurfaced after a long time but they seem as new as the first time..

The letters look a little blurred but the pictures they are painting are still crystal clear..

Once written with a quaint shiver, away from everyone's eyes..

And now being read, still away from everyone's eyes, and still with a shiver down the spine..

Every page feels like a fresh journey, the words unfurl how we travelled to come closer..

It still is a journey and brings me closer to you but you're far..very far..

Are we farther than we were ever closer? Or are we closer than we're farther now?

You still take up the same place in my heart..This book as well continues to take up the same place at my bedside..

I had tried to bring completeness to us even then but it remained otherwise.. I'm trying yet again this night to complete this chapter but it seems to remain otherwise..

And as I close my eyes to sleep, I slip in yet another bookmark at that page where many memories have been bookmarked for years now..

We still remain incomplete and so does the chapter.. But I keep promising to myself that we shall meet again at this very chapter..

Our very own unfinished chapter..