The many personalities that I become in a book shelf

 

The many personalities that I become in a book shelf

Pondering over to find wisdom

Towards a better reality of the divine

Seeking my many characters within

Bringing it out, one at a time!

 

Little steps taken into the biggest room,

Slowly pacing into the vague and void unknown,

The hall itself half filled, yet silent and still,

Leading my world’s into the beginnings of its end through its pages.

 

Any man can live a million lives!

Only if he lets himself to wander within its pages;

That’s the reason for all these books,

That turns us into disciplined sages!

 

A simple parchment as being considered by many,

But isn’t our lives meant to be lived like the same?

Page after page leading through exploring expedition

Tears, joys both in times meant to be written.

 

I am the hero, the villain, mother, father and many more

Every time a character pops, I become one and alone

A weary wanderer connecting all dots

Pursuing all paths that leads to the vast unknown

 

As I walk through every corner and shelf

Glancing those titles and stalling to connect

Absent-mindedly picking one

Hopefully wishing to own them all, a day or some!

 

Antagonist I have become every time I fall

Either in love or life as i stalk and stall

Protagonist I rise learning my ways

Through rejuvenation and towards hardship to face!

More to offer and even more to ponder

Yet seated on a million places and chairs

Travelling worlds apart and propelling beyond the ambient shores

 

To the forgotten worlds I enter

With the character I develop

Persona after persona

Feeding from the bosom of mother nature

Quenching my thirst from the divine milk of knowledge

In the process of finding something new,

I lose myself a million times more to learn a thing or two

 

In the process of growth

I tried a lot but got crookedly broke

After all, isn’t that what life is supposed to be?

Filled with all ups and downs

As a mountain and valley be

Describing the books we read

With both good and bad to see

 

What wonder the hand has made

That wrote all these masterpieces

What wonder did the mind behold

To let the reader explore beyond the untold

To where we lose, we ultimately gain

In giving, we receive to reign

As time goes by ticking itself to form

A personal world, well constructed is born

 

I am Hector, I am Achillies

I am Zeus, Poseidon and Hades in thee

I am the King, Prophet and countess

Also a Shepherd, a girl, child and a woman

Of divine nature in a misshapen world

I am everything in a book, I want to be

A witch, wardrobe and a mouse

Sometimes a wand, snake and spouse

I become whatever I desire to evolve

Forcing my ways through them all

 

Slowly drifting into the phases of pages

Progressing into its deepest secret passages

Twisting around its plots with amazement

I was left amused at every end

To the farms, fields, cries and smiles

The blood, wounds and battle cries

To the bells and chimes of weddings

And flutes at the funeral shires

I was there in its pages closely watching

Observing, feeling, fainting and pursuing

All interests upon them like my own.

 

After completion I feel bad for some,

Cry for other and smile for few

For all of them are a part of us renewed

Since they have become one or made us like them

Yet moving from one book to another

One personality to other

Like a weather or a woman’s heart

That both cold and hot

Unpredictable yet soft

Terribly judged yet truly lost

To the books in the shelves I say

I can never be satisfied till the end of my days

I’d always find pleasure in adding one more

Till I leave this realm forever to reach home!

      Joel Jackson