Neither by hook or by crook; I went by the book. She didn’t get it.

it's no accident

how we meet in the

store,

the paradox of choice

do i find you, all the

time? or you make the

first move, not

judging

by my cover

holding me in silence, for

hours

you seize the

moment

time, however, runs out

drunk on my

words you take me

home

sometimes i wish

i were the book you are

reading

you so want me to

skip to the end,

and don’t want it to end

either

let there be space

between you and

me, that li'l room

to read

no more no less, unless

you fall asleep

and i slip

through your

fingers

locked in an embrace, i

count your

beats, without your

knowing

sometimes i wish

i were the book you are

reading

without having

to say

you understand

my words, more than

words and

the lack thereof

Written by: Rupesh Mandal