THE GIRL WHO READS

This is a fun poem.. A teeny bit hyperbolic.. But it's real all the same. I have many gal pals, but I connect beautifully with those following the same religion as I- Reading. Hope you enjoy readingit as much as I enjoyed writing it (I had to actually tell myself to stop after 15 odd stanzas )

.So this one's for all my girls who don't give a damn to the dark circles borne out of our unending worship rituals, and for the people who love them the way they are. :) 

You’ll find me cooped up in a library

Lost in some novel, oblivious and merry

You’ll find me gaping in a book shop

Like a child coveting a gigantic lollipop

You’ll find me saving pocket money

To buy books not few, but “so many!”

Watching a movie before its book?

It’s a heinous crime I won’t overlook.

Yes, I fall in love and have crushes too

But they’re heroes from classics, not you.

If my bag burst open or you nicked my cell-phone

In there’ll be a dictionary, next to ‘games’ or cologne.

If you have ONLY textbooks and notes in your room,

Then for you I’ll be ‘boring’, (with experience) I assume.

I’m a thinker and at times my thoughts are sublime,

I might not really write, but I do know how to rhyme.

I fall into reveries – I have my own world you know

There I’m a famous sorceress, and my pet’s a Grindylow.

My treasures are made of paper, I already made a will

The bookmarks go to Cathy, and all the novels go to Bill.

Not flowers, but new and crisp pages smell the best

A tear, a food stain, a fold – they give me heart arrest.

Don’t know who’s Gandalf, what’s the Mirror of Erised?

I’ll stare at you incredulously, or just smack my forehead.

Comics and blogs are fast-food, devoured in minutes

Rowling got me crying, Wodehouse had me in splits!

Of the values of different characters, I am a concoction

I often identify events of my life, with those from fiction.

I may be a nerd, a babe, or a freak with hair in beads

I may be a meticulous planner, or go where life leads.

Go on - categorize me as a girl by my looks, caste, or deeds

Yet I’m striking and different because, I’m the girl who reads.