Between these walls of paper and ink,
lie worlds far deeper than we think.
Each spine a doorway, each page a key,
unlocking the vast infinity.
Time folds gently where stories reside,
wisdom and wonder stand side by side.
Amid the clutter, a truth is clear,
eternity lingers, quietly here.
Simi
As captured by Jayati
Though rust has kissed its iron frame,
its color burns, a quiet flame.
Forgotten use, yet beauty clings,
a relic speaks of fleeting things.
Time may erode, yet hues refuse,
to dim the stories they still choose.
An old red form the world may lose,
but in its presence, time renews.
Not all that ages fades away,
some grow brighter in their stay.
What seems forgotten still can glow,
teaching more than we may know.
Simi
Jayati’s clicks
Simi says... 