Books

What magic it weaves

Myriad characters it heaves

Between all the pages

Villains and heroes it cages.

Goblins and elves

Witches and wizards

Talking trees and walking fishes

Flying animals and disappearing men

In a fantasy land

All - in a book land.

Knights and princes

Ministers and priests

Swords and sabres

Towers and turrets

Balls and feasts

With unique flavour it treats.

Books

They are not for all

Only for those with a special call

For a soul moved by a thirst

To savour all the other soul trysts.

As every word penned down

Is all that has ever happened.

And are yet to happen and wish to happen

All hopes and dreams

All hurts and hails

Those that are felt

Felt and expressed

Expected and suppressed

Said and understood

Voiced and misunderstood

All these and more

Takes form and flavour

And gets trapped in the book covers

When a reader discovers

With all fervour he holds

In his mind, each word he caresses

And brings anew all forms and flavours

To be felt and cherished

And all suppressed emotions be formed

As they were meant to be lived

With just a book

You traverse and travel the globe

And many a mind you probe

And liaise with the brainy

Tryst with the ambitious trainee

Deal with the devils

Cohort with the villains

Cry with the victims.

Kill and bring alive

Hurt and soothe

Laugh and cry

Active and remain inactive

Stay young and grow old

Sing and dance

Rejoice and condemn

Die and live

Over and over again

That keeps alive your mien.

Books

What magic it weaves

A new world it creates!