We devour books
By different authors
About different places
With different perspectives
Diverse stories in
Written in various
Language, words and vocabulary
Idioms, metaphors and phrases
We become inhabitants of the story
A keen observer or listener or
A lizard on the wall
Watching the characters build up
The taut tension between them
and then the resolution
(Or lack of it)
The beginning and the end
The two fixed ends of any story
The story stretched out in between
Just like the tension
Of a guitar string
That creates harmonics
(And the disharmony)
It is punctuated with
Vibes, noise and silences
Books are our escape
Just like music or movies
They create an imaginary world
For us to inhabit
Even if momentarily
Till the last page of the book
The places which are real
For the writer
Become our wild imagination
Our ultimate refuge
Most blissful death
Would be perhaps
Being completely lost in a book
Imagine walking on those
Cobbled street of another time
Or in a futuristic world
And getting left behind forever
For there is no coming back!!
No rude awakenings
Morning alarms and drudgery
No looking out for your
Favourite characters or places
We will become as unreal
Or Surreal as them!!
PS: Ramblings after the monthly book club meeting
Mad Decadence 