A Book

What if I tell you a secret The book picks the reader And not the other way around Like a friend waiting around the bend Open pages beckoning without a sound I’ve found myself in each book Identifying with pages in which I partook When did I become the characters And the character became me? I almost feel haunted by the voice Of the writer and this imagination shared Drawing me into worlds, I need to explore Where fantasy meets dreams Reality is so far-fetched it seems Diving deep into a book The sheer emotions I feel Magnifies and withers As I travel across each page Ink running into corners of my mind A fairy-tale, a fiction, a fantasy A mystery or be it just a funny tale I read and digest on this tireless quest Yearning for more, till I satisfy This unending curiosity! 2.9.22