A bookshelf

I think life is a bookshelf which encompasses a lot of books, penned down using the ink , that flows through the veins of our souls. Books which are non- fiction, just the whole life stories of real blood and flesh.. Books of these shelves, are about the people encountered or crossed over . Some books ended in a sentence while some a tome. The number of books keeps increasing, while the pages keep decreasing. The genres keeps changing.. some light hearted ,some sitcom's, while some thrillers.. It's just a shuffled bookshelf that can never be arranged... with the stories of people, that fickled through the pages.. Someday in future, this bookshelf will be covered in dust maybe ocassionaly dusted.. with no people to turn it's pages.. And once and for all, replaced with a new bookshelf entitled to a new author.....