Life a book

What resembles the life most?
Its book.
Yes life is a book,
Book with colorful pages,
And every page,
Reflect you through ages.

But no two pages are same,
Each of them differ,
One filled with laughs,
Next with pains you suffer.

Some pages seem happy,
With bliss never to fade,
While some seem sad,
Stained with tears you shed.

Some pages are crowded,
With people and thoughts,
But few are blank,
With their feelings lost.

On some pages you will find yourself,
Hiding from reality and lifeâ??s screams,
While encrypted on some,
Are your pleasant dreams.
So you see,
Every page has a different story,
One winds up unnoticed,
But second has a basking glory.
Third might be bright and cheerful all the way,
And next with nothing but shades of grey.

So life is a book,
Be yours or be mine.
And it is full of things that are good,
And also those not so fine.

Just like book, life too ends,
When all is said, all is done.
When all is filled with no page left to turn.

Time will come in future when pages of my life will end in same way,
But I know one thing even of today,
You will be the most beautiful chapter in it,
As the best pages of book, yours would fit.
And to read my book again if I ever get,
I will open it from the page where we met.