books

Your crisp rustling sound, fragrance of you, new and old, makes me fall for you.

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...

Aye books A Writer's pride And a reader's delight Rustle and smell of your paper, Aah.. Intoxicating.

Freed you are from ignorance if you,  Read your way through books.  Breed with like minded binds,  Exceed your intellectual looks.    Sight the images that form in your mind,  Light them up with your words.  Right path if you take,...

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...