Biblichor

by | Jun 29, 2026 | Poetry | 2 comments

Your fragrance so fresh, intoxicates me,

And doesn’t let me be.

It charges me to start afresh,

Intoxicates me, your fragrance, so fresh.

 

As I caress you, I am just blown away,

To lure me, you have your way.

Through your pages, a new world you lead me to,

I am just blown away, as I caress you.

 

Intoxicated I become, with the lovely page,

Excited like I conquered the stage.

The smell of new paper makes me hum,

With the lovely page, intoxicated I become.

 

2 Comments

  1. Deekshitha Govindaswamy

    It’s intoxication like no other !
    It makes me run from one book to another.
    I’ll dabble or even drown.
    I’ll read them even when their pages turn brown.
    💖

    Reply
    • Kirti V

      Yaay… intoxication indeed

      Reply

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