in words

You were reading a book.

I watched you,
And I observed you closely as you read it, eyes wandering from word to word, flipping pages carefully with slender fingers, sometimes smiling at certain sentences, eyes going wide ever so slightly.

Reading amongst the chaos and shouting and laughing.
It amazes me how this pandemonium never disturbs you.
Maybe you aren't here, for everytime you read, you peregrinate deeper in that world of words.
You are not here.
You'd never notice me.

I just know that you are the kind of boy who loves to spend time in an old library rather than attend a party in a club at 8th street.
You are the type of person who wants to travel the whole world with just a bunch of your favourite books.
The type whose bucket list includes reading by the Dead Sea.
The type who does not suffers in solitude.
I just know that you love to read. And there is so much I can draw about you from that.

I wish I could come and sit beside you, hoping not to disturb,
And ask you the name of the book that is exciting you so much these days;
And whether you will let me borrow it?

&

Who is your favourite writer?

Will you tell me which is your favourite book or you don't have one because you just can't decide?

Whether you like tea or coffee while reading?
Or a cup of hot chocolate?

Will you tell me something about your reading list?

What do you prefer reading at 2:47 am?

Will you tell me?

As I see you flipping another page, I wonder if you'll ever like to read what I aimlessly write for you?

Will you read this?

And when she entered the class, I saw your eyes slowly rising up from your book to glance at her.

And there,

My most important question was answered.