Books

What is written in the books does not matter.
What beats in your heart is what matters.

These books chatter on my shelf day and night

Some sing of unknown tales of the mind
And some about the works of the world
And some quietly about the working of the self
And some inculcate the magic of silence within

These books pave a medium to connect with their creators
A medium to look into their minds and know of their hearts and of their being
A medium to hear their words and their silences

Rightly so, then a need arrives to take refuge in non-reading and quiet
A calling to stop the listening and just absorb in the eternal within

And then when the sun of curiosity and interest rises again
I start again on my shelf
Riffling through books left and right

Books that chatter day and night