The day when I hugged a book and slept.

There are days in my life,

when I want to be surrounded

not by people, but by books!

The view of those million pages

have always made me,

smile like a child.

The scenery of those unread pages

have always made me,

grim as harsh sorrow upon me.

The smell of those pages

have always made me forget,

the pangs of hunger.

There are days in my life,

when I want to be surrounded

not by people, but by books!

One more minute,

just to read that extra paragraph.

Sneaking out of a late night party

to lay my hands on my book

To drink my favourite coffee,

and realizing the absence of book.

To get locked in my room,

just to find solace with my book.

To love Austen,

And miss Bronte.

To get up at night,

just to read few more words of your orb.

There are days in my life,

when I want to be surrounded

not by people, but by books!

Books! Words!

You world has never failed to charm me!

You make me forgot all that serenades me

People come slowly,

They go fast.

You are just there. Always!

Besides me!

At times of happiness,

I see you and feel more happy.

At times of sorrow,

I hug you and sleep.