Trap Me In The Lovely Reflections Between The Pages.. To Nourish The Narcissus Within.

Trap Me In The Lovely Reflections Between The Pages.. To Nourish the Narcissus Within.

Between the pages of a book
is a lovely place to be,
Travel to places
you may never really see.
I can breathe a book.
I can taste a book,
Much before I read the book.
Not just read, I crawl into it,
There’s always a character that I fit!

I want to be “Snow white”
at least ones to feel love;
I want to be “Rapunzel”
at least ones to liberate my soul;
I want to be “Elsa”
at least ones to build my own mansion;
The oppressed soul within
yearns to dwell into
fairy tales of imagination.

Ah! There is another character with
the splendid shades of mine.
To stay with me
even after the last word.
to trap me in the lovely reflections
between the pages.
to nourish the Narcissus within.

I dive in as a black dove
Through the glass-paned door
Searching for myself in the pages
As I immerse in my soul
Into the words those I read
Of every hue & every shade
To discover a newer me
As I toss, twist & trade
My inner spirit’s tangled thread,
For joy, pleasure & bliss.

I see me in every book,
I see me in the niche’ and nook,
I see me reaching the farthest star,
I see me going, going far,
I see me fighting all that’s bad,
I see me soothing all who’re sad,
I see me fight all the wars,
I am me, I am you,
I am a reader just like you.