I opened a book and in I glide.
Now nobody finds me,
nothing disturbs the tranquility.
I’ve left that road, those songs, those places.
I’ve left your fictitious world behind me.
I’m holding on the faith,
But I’ve slipped on the promises.
I’m wearing the smile,
But I’ve swallowed the love poison.
I’ve dined with a prince, fought with a ruthless,
and I’ve went deep down in a bottomless ocean.
I’ve made memories, I’ve exchanged reminiscences.
I’ve shared tears and laughter.
I’ve followed the road with lump and hump,
for the happily ever after dream.
Soon this book will finish,
everything will be just the same,
and I’ll have a book inside me.
-Kritika Vashist

