The Synopsis Looked Good

The synopsis looked good

the cover looked nice,

You opened the book,

and began a new life.

You found a new home,

you met new friends,

You kept on reading,

hoping it would never end.

You danced through the pages,

you sang out the beautiful words,

You felt all their joy,

all their pain and hurt.

The pages cut your fingers,

the words cut your heart,

Like the author had a knife,

and was tearing your soul apart.

You laughed with the characters,

and with them you cried,

You fell in love with them too,

but with them you died.

A catch in your breath,

as the climax grows near,

You become deaf to the world,

the book's all you can hear.

You're completely lost now,

Or perhaps, you are found

In this strange paper world,

that's far from the ground.

When the book reached it's end,

and your broken heart couldn't heal,

you just suddenly realised that,

all this was not real.

This is what it is like reading a book.

Your world becomes an interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, thoughts and images altogether. Paper and ink. Black and white.

- by Shweta Amirapu