Back and forth he moved in solitude.
Traveling to distant lands across different plains;
Visiting various moments on his mind’s terrain.
He galloped across pages and broke some spines,
As he sat reclined on his rocking chair.
Riding on his iris he journeyed over the words,
Chapters turned into milestones as he crossed them one by one.
Folding ears of pages and imprisoning verses within quotes;
That spoke to him in person and rekindled his soul,
He moved ahead with the promise he’ll return one day.
He traversed without deviating or taking diversions
Cos the night seemed like a long and never ending road,
Without any speed limits or STOP signboards.
And this fuelled his desire to reach the book’s end
Before the beginning of a brand new day.
A stranger to slumber and insomnia’s escort,
He sought the company of the residents on his bookshelf.
All the way through, from one dawn to the next dawn;
Though momentary, in that neighborhood he found solace.
It kept him away from the fake and hyped scenarios of the real world.
Wine, weed and love he had tried but it just couldn’t suffice,
It only made him sink deeper without giving a chance to survive.
The company of people, at times, left him with regrets.
Cos their part-of-the-herd thoughts weren’t of his interests.
Even in a crowd he was alone, standing out, standing tall over his pedestal of ideology.
Finally, he had found the company he always longed for.
Now he placed his last wish before the creator with a thankful heart.
“If only we were to fall apart, let it not be before death.
And even after that try to separate us not,
Kindly turn my soul into a bookmark’.