Where the reality lies

Objective poetry - One seeks for an escape within the pages of books.

I have always felt lost,

within the ache of reality,

where even the thoughts of living

creep in with cruelty.

I longed only to breathe without pain,

to exist without fear,

to dream without the burden of uncertainty.



I seek escape.

not just from the world

but from the wounds etched deep within,

from the scars I carved

I’ve become delicate



While I,

trapped within a yearning soul,

craved only peace.

Even in the depths of desperation

I wished to live,

To hope,

To heal,

To be washed with joy.



While in the depths of the beginning,

a flicker

a glimpse

a spark of fortune.





Books

Within edges bent and worn

beneath are pages that whispers—

sometimes rough, sometimes smooth.

Holding scents of musk

through the paper’s fibres.



Black ink whispers through every page,

holding the thoughts of another place

Within each sentence,

An envision

Within each chapter,

An escape.



A room full of stories,

A universe of portals.



Slipping into worlds unseen,

within the pages seen.

Pages that opened doors,

to other worlds,

To strangers aching to be felt

To voices who spoke my silence,

To those who, too, longed to escape.



Books,

where the beauty of escape beholds

where possibilities are endless,

waiting in ink and paper





Are not just printed words.

They are portals of opportunity,

crafted spells compounded,

Unfolding illusions as reality fades.



No key needed,

only the turning of a page—

which brings light

what gives hope

and for a while

a reality I can hold.