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It's been like a book.
My life!
An open book, I won't say.
Nobody ever bother to read it anyway.

The beginning,
Where I didn't know what I was.
And the next phase,
Where I didn't know, I was for what cause.
Then where, I was centre of the universe.
I was the reason of everything ever existed.
Then where, I understood, I was just a someone.
And my sense and logics altogether got twisted.
Then I was confused,
All my thoughts were so randomly organised
And a symmetrical chaos in my mind.
My logics failed to tell me what to do.
That's the page where I met YOU.

Then the part where you left me,
I lost all the thoughts and sight.
Hundred times I have tried,
But I just couldn't write.
Now don't even know how to write,
Perhaps you were the pen.
Have never been a writer,
Didn't understand why were you a fan.

Now the book write itself,
Not a single word I know,
All the pages seem dark.
But I open it everyday,
Just to re-read the pages,
Where you left the bookmark.

Happening it may not be,
But I won't let it be a sad story.
Gloomy it may seem,
But somewhere in there, I have a little spark.
I have always been the hero,
Though in my legacy, I don't carry much glory.
I can only brag about the pages,
Where you left the bookmark.

Maelstrom it is.
And you were supposed to be my ark.
But all I can do is, re-read the pages
Where you left the bookmark.