When you read too many novels, your ideal life has become more of a fiction than reality. When we read too much, we often forget to write and live our own story, we often forget that our book is as vintage as the best book ever written. This poem is all about that..

Surrounded by different kinds of book

An epoch isn’t enough to take a look

And no, you just can’t open each and all

Its grandeur is like a Masquerade Ball


Pick one that you think is best

The one that outweighs the rest

Open it up and see what’s inside

It is a world where you can confide


You flip the page and find that it’s blank

Would’ve been better if there’s an Ankh

There are no chapters, just blank pages

Won’t dissipate to dust and ashes


Take a pen and start to scribble

Until each word starts to burble

Write your own chapters that don’t age

This is your story, it’s vintage.