Conscious Companions.....Books
Conscious Companions.....Books
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For the last two weeks
My mind only seeks
Peace and Power
To control my shower
Of thoughts and worries.
To get rid of these
Was my sole aim,
I terribly looked
Someone to tame
My emotions and
Change the game.
I felt helpless, alone;
I had none to moan with.
I tried hard, searched,
Ran, chased, and failed.
The worldly pleasures
Added to my woes, manifold.
In the end, I headed to my resort;
Not a fancy farm or villa
But my special reserve
Of precious papers
Compiled together in books.
Yes, the books; purchased not to be read
But showcased on the designer shelf.
I started to read, began to lose
Lost I myself in the forest of words,
In the intricacies of written lives
I totally forgot I am a life
Full of worries.
Oh! how soothing
Forgetting is a blessing,
Losing is beneficial
Nobody teaches us these
Eternal truths of life.
I have known, books, as my
Conscious companions
My friends in need,
A shoulder to cry on.
Reading is like taking a drug;
Books make me shrug
All the worries as terrible
But give me
A new angle of perception
To deal with them, to face them
That's what a friend is supposed to do.