Ephemeral Eternity: Lost In The Ink

By Shristi Singh

Lost within the pages, I found my home,

In the ink and parchment, I cease to roam.

For in the arms of this ephemeral, 

I am both lost and found, 

a paradoxical existence where 

time itself becomes nothing 

but a whisper in the wind.

Have you ever felt the whisper of pages beckoning?

drawing you into their embrace,

 like a lover's soft entreaty,

 enticing you with promises of otherworldly enchantment?"

Have you ever felt the tendrils of a story wrap around your soul,

pulling you deeper into its labyrinthine embrace?

A haven where time stands still, 

and the burdens of existence melt away like snowflakes in the warmth of spring.

"Where does the road lead?" I asked the stars,

As I wandered into realms afar.

where words dance like nymphs in a moonlit forest, 

I feel peace, 

a respite from the cacophony of reality's demands.

lose myself in the eyes of the characters, 

whose souls mirror my own desires and fears.

Oh, the cruel irony of it all, 

that within the confines of a book, 

I find a love more profound than any mortal heart could ever know...

By Shristi Singh