Library..

Boredom lead me back to my interests,
Library & books & bunch of magazines - all over again,
Surfing on the ocean of information -
I stopped there once again -
The same shelf - the same book - which had taken my breath away..

I waited there - to have the same feeling all over again,
But to my surprise - it was not the same breath today,
And I missed to sustain..

I looked at those novels -
They didn't interest me -
As to read a them, remembrance of past was expected to understand the pecularities of future ,
And I didn't want to be suspected - For the crime I could not attempt - of remembering my past,
So, I left the shelf..

I looked at those magazines,
Flashy cover pages with movie artists,
I stopped there - looking at my childhood idols,
Then the belief that Actors are the most influencing humans,
No human should reserve the right to rule on someone's heart, came to my mind..
I walked by..

I looked at the books of Chemicals,
They looked sweet as a bomb yet to blast,
I took one of them,
As it might be my last..

At last, I stopped at the shelf,
Books of poetry,
I searched for my name,
I picked the one in the last row,
With the hope that it might lead me to the door,
Where I was lost years ago..
Allow me to discover myself - just once more..