booklover

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...

I was called a pusthakapuzhu,  As I slept and woke up with books.    Books were my lifelines And my best friends too.    As days passed, I joined the rat race And the pusthakapuzhu in me went into hibernation.    The lockdown...

He was called a snob,  As he failed to make friends.  He seldom spoke,  And preferred to stay alone.    He chose library Over any party,  His parents worried,  That his life would be empty.    He reassured them,  That he wasn't alone.  And welcomed them,  To...