And now I realise, how similar the journey with a book is to love,
Expectations and anticipations, taking the front seat
You open the cover and take that sweet fragrance in.
You enthusiastically go on and on,
And you eagerly wait for that ‘it factor’, like a youtube video on buffer.
But shit happens right,
The boredom seeps in, the body jades,
Day by day, the enthusiasm fades,
Wait wait wait, you mind starts wandering,
Fades the willingness to go on, and you begin meandering
Everything, like really everything except the book attracts
But the damn stupid hope, it oozes out from the cracks,
By this time, your book would have taken a permanent place in the bag,
But it is still struggling to find a way to your thoughts.
But you know as they say,” not all the times are the same.”
So, one gloomy day, when everything is falling apart…
The book returns as if it’s always meant to be yours…
And we are humans after all,
We gradually embrace the highs, patiently bear the falls,
And it takes you to a world you have never seen before.
It makes you feel the way you have never felt before
The more you go on, you find yourself addicted,
A kind of pleasure that cannot be articulated.
And before you realise, it’s in your thoughts all the time,
You are moulded by the blinding love,
And consider it to be an eternal ecstatic affair.
Eternal, really?
Zyada meetha ho gaya na?
Here is your twist,
Karma is a bitch..isn’t it..
You took it once for granted and now it’s time for it to go,
Nothing lasts forever, and you deny to accept it,
Yes it’s over, you are still struggling to believe it,
And with your heart in your hands, you find yourself holding onto it,
But time heals you,
And in the smell of it’s lingering presence,
you close the cover.
You smilingly bid farewell,
Put it back on the shelf as before,
You rub your eyes, look at the world again,
A world that’s not the same as before,
A world wise enough to tell you that you have grown.
Finally, you look up, smile and thank someone out there that the book happened to you.
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