Book

I turn the page to a new chapter

Round the corner are new words to see

They aren't what I consume

In stead, they consume me

Through my eyes, I emerge

To merge with the black of the ink

Traversing each letter, word

A roller coaster ride in a blink

Desolate deserts, luscious valleys

City streets with a NO ENTRY sign

Through myriad landscapes that greet

Are they the writer's? Are they mine?

Words, like keys to secret locks

Some come easy, some hard to turn

Doors inside doors and more

An ordained journey without return

As long as, in this world of words

I hear the rustle of a single leaf

Outside, in the worldly world

I remain oblivious to joy and grief

And to objects and people that move

To the setting and rising sun's tricks

To rains, sprouts, blooms and withers

To the lonely clock's fervent ticks