Why I Like A Good Book

A Good Book

I read a good book once

And then I read another

And then an even better one,

But as good as any other.

Then I learnt the meaning of

"Don't judge a book by its cover".

And somewhere along the way I found

That a book is a faithful lover.

You fall in love with books

Because they let you off the hook.

They say, forget about yesterday

And forget that pained look.

You're someone else, right now, today,

Not worried of anything in your way

Only tomorrow will stay

And the chances that you took.

A good book is your escape

From all that makes life weary

An escape that eventually

Ends up in a sanctuary.

Where you believe in everything,

Love, war and magic,

Where you believe in happy endings

Instead of reality's tragic.

As of right here and now

You're living someone else's life

Where you know exactly what to do

And you don't feel like you're living a lie.

Really? Living a lie?

Is that what you think I'm doing?

You think that it's unreal,

What I think is worth pursuing?

A world where dreams are reality,

And reality is a dream,

I know you've heard that one before

But then again you seem

To overlook what's in front of you,

The good people in your life,

The one person who never catches your eye

But always tries.

The only difference is in a book

You'd see their stolen glimpse and smile

Whereas, in reality,

You don't even notice them all the while.

So you think that you think out of the box?

Did you manage to notice my paradox?

Where nothing's more abnormal than normality

And nothing's as unreal as reality.

A good book once said,

"You know what's great about poets?

They don't have to make any sense;

They just write for themselves and they know it."

It's us, you know, the "rational" ones

Who analyze the poems to death

And when we can't "understand" them we say,

"Don't comment. Save your breath."

Sometimes it's the abstract

That's better than the straightforward

Just because statistics can't prove it

Doesn't mean it's not a game-changing word.

Just the fact that you don't want to get it

Proves your thinking as feeble

Because another good book once said,

"Paper has more patience than people."

Shocking, isn't it?

That I've proved my brief

Using your own disbelief

Just think about it once

And all you'll feel is relief.

Because in a good book,

Your reflection is talking back,

The monster in the mirror is gone,

The skeleton in the closet gets a whack.

You can see your own face

As you're falling in love,

Like you're your own Guardian Angel

Watching from above.

You start to believe

Peace does come with a dove,

With its wings, wide and free,

It simply soars over, on;

And then, sadly, I wake up,

I turn over and look,

Last night I fell asleep

Reading a really good book.