Books


​I’ve had many lovers

But none as demanding as you

None as consuming as you

I’ve needed a savior a bit too many times

And you showed up instead,

Dressed in your let-me-blow-your-mind-away gown

Adorned with your ability to make me forget

And smelling of your sweet scent of taking me away from my reality to other realities

And if I ever pay homage to anyone, then it has to be to you

If I have to thank those who have ever made this life liveable, then my note of thanks to you is bigger than an Oxford dictionary

You, my books , are the real definition of goodness. 

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