Stories: 

They should come with a manual.

We should be warned before they begin.

And told exactly 

When they will end.

Stories:

They shouldn’t catch us off guard like this.

They shouldn’t leave us floundering,

Astounded,

Hanging by the threads.

Knowing not whether they unravel

Or whether they keep weaving new strands.

Stories: 

We make them, 

We break them,

We flow in them,

We float.

And sometimes we soak in them

All the weariness of this world

The tiredness of the souls

And the lethargy of many half-dreamt dreams.

Stories:

They fascinate us,

They terrify us.

Stories: 

They lure us,

They seduce us,

They gnaw at us.

Stories, stories, stories! 

Take away the stories!!!!

 

No! No! Don’t listen to me!

Give them back!

Please?

Stories:

Give me those bitter-sweet stories

Let me live in them

Let me get lost in them

Forever. 

By Prionka Ray ©