The day sun descended
To wake up the dead
A blinding light lit the hallway
Positivity floated around them
Nudging each other
They tried to open their eyes,
Move their numb limbs
To rise, to show their valor
Open arches’ acerbic voice
Stirred some sentiments
Sardonic sound shamed
The mute expressions and excuses
Crushed by fear and distress
They waited for their messiah
Nowhere could he be found
Ruins reverberated waterloo
When people forget their power
When they waver and totter
When they pigeon out
Fall overwhelms the dead.
© Balroop Singh
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When digital devices invaded into our lives and living rooms, people thought books would lose their significance. Debates were organized to discuss and create awareness and a new generation of readers cropped up. Smart phones became their books and that was probably the turning point in the habits of readers.
reviews, as they take a book like a stranger who passes by. Characters don’t inspire them, as they look at them from imaginative perspective. They don’t dwell on their fictitious troubles, which are dismissed the moment they close the book. They don’t have any TBR list and read whatever they come across. They have a few favorite authors though.
Then there are readers who approach a book like a friend. They fall in the third category. Reading is an experience for them; they connect with characters, feel the emotion of each one, savor the words and highlight what touches them. They are committed readers, in no hurry to finish a book. They choose their books carefully and don’t like to go outside their genre. Their reviews are critically framed, inclusive of good and bad aspects of author’s style and characterization.
