For the love of books

On the shelves,over the tables
wide open,face down.
From a series of World books to the perpetual collection of Classics
Walls after walls,the varied colours and proportion of books form a mural

Each book with it's own personality,
Each one having a different story to tell,
Each one taking you to different places with different faces.
Each author having his innermost thoughts to share.

The hardbound cover reveals nothing about the essence of the book,
until you turn the pages over,the fragrance determining the meticulousness with which the
book has been used.
The creases formed by repeatedly folding them being a familiar place..
A bookmark being obsoleteand hence kept away.

The many journals that have been penned half way through
Their sudden discovery and intoxicating smell of ink tantalizes you to resume again..

Books are recorded form of memories
The association with each creates the varied fragments of where i belong..