They Met In The Library

To

The guy at the library, 

1984 intrigued you, ‘The Great Gatsby’ saddened you, ‘The Godfather Series’ fascinated you. ‘Looking for Alaska’ made you write, ‘Stories we never tell’ made you share. You admire poetries by Bukowski, Jaun Eliya, Gulzar, and Dickinson. I realized this when I spotted you in the poetry section. 

There’s a calmness on your face when you read. A calmness that has no end. No one can make out whether you’re happy, sad, thrilled, or disheartened. You put on glasses occasionally just like me. A customized journal and a pen never leave your side. Once in a while, you steal a glance. You smile a lot while you read. A quizzical smile that has no meaning. Maybe I could understand if I knew you better. In between all crumbled pages, creaked covers, tall windows, and a quiet place, we have never bumped into each other but crossed paths. 

Nobody knew that a big room with heavy oak chairs and wooden tables could lead you to identical souls. 

Waiting for you in the dark unopened books.

From,

Someone who knows what you’re reading.