On Revisiting an Old Friend



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Walk me through the pages,
where the rigid maiden snow white land
unattended by the explorer’s footsteps
gradually turns into a pampered desert,
smelling of eager handprints,
hammock dreams,galvanised heartbeats,
yawning nightlamps,pressed


Each eye blink transmuting
words into pyramids,
splitting thoughts into bounteous plumed museums.





4 thoughts on “On Revisiting an Old Friend

    • I completely agree with you! Holding a book in your hands and allowing it to breathe with you is a completely different experience altogether. Kindle turns the art of reading into a mechanical process.

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