For many, reading a book
Helps to cope up with life,
But for me , a book drives
Me away like a kite
To a new world and submerge me in
Just like a submarine in the sea , Like a bird when it flees,
Like a train in it's motion
And like a devotee in devotion.

Books are an escape ,
From this 'real' world
Which enrich us with experiences
Even of happenings that never really happened.

Books are like witch craft ,
Which once read,
cast a spell, impossible to be freed
But still, books never mislead.

While reading,
I glide and drift among the words,
Climb over the pages
And sing along the verse.
I cry in distraut
But still read it,
Then laugh with instinct ...