The Reader Poem by Samarth Varshney

I'm the whisper in the pages…
Ink-stained and bold—
A storm of silence
where a thousand lives unfold.

Eyes devour me like a feast at midnight.
I'm not your pastime.
I'm your craving—
your literary delight.

I drip metaphors… like honey in your mind,
Twisting time,
til reality's left behind.

You forget the world.
The clock.
The light.
You're lost in my maze
'til the edges bite.

Who am I?

I'm the reader's obsession—
The pulse behind every paperback confession.
Your fingers tremble
on the paragraph's cliff.
My sentences…
they surf your soul like myth.

Your heart skips—
I end the line too soon.
You ache—
like a wolf howling
at the moon.

You chase my chapters
like they're air to breathe…
Tangled in me.
No space to leave.

I'm not polite.
I invade you—raw.
Truth buried in fiction.
Wonder… begins to thaw.

I ride your bloodstream,
even deep in sleep.
My echoes haunt
the dreams you keep.

So hold me close—
Let the margin blur.
I'm the flame.
The quiet stir.

Not just letters—
I am life.
Unspun.
A story
that never comes undone.