Nothing but words.

posted : Friday, July 23, 2010

title : Reading is...

Reading is...

to an impoverished mind, a world at their fingertips;

to an academician, a quest to no end;

to a student, a love-hate relationship.

It makes one laugh, weep, ponder.

It sucks you in,

a plot full of wonder.

You read, and read, and read.

Your eyes every bit burning,

you still read.

Your imagination unravel,

it makes you think: what if?

You ramble, you rant-

why did poor old Romeo have to die?

You support protagonists,

you wish villians dead.

You perceive, analyse,

disintegrate words,

until they become raw.

Words leap at you,

from clean white pages, yellowed torned ones,

painting a scenario only a mind can decipher.

You read, in the car, bus, train,

even in an aeroplane.

You read, to while away time,

to amuse yourself,

gain knowledge,

appear wise.

Books are your companion.

The never-ageing words still making an impact on a reader -

young, old, wealthy, poor.

What's not to love about reading?

To say the least,

reading has and always be a passion of mine.