Few pages start..

Someone gave me
a book..
I knew well then
when from him
I took,
I will not be able
to go through it.
Yet to keep up
the respect he did
hold,
I made time for me
to be alone,
with that book of couse..
He gave it to me with
some hope
Now it felt as if neck
surrounded by rope!
I didn't start from the start;
I didn't go to the last either..
I just opened a part,
some where in the mid;
Read and was glued
to words that were
embarked.
How many times before
I had felt what was
engraved on those pages?
Soon I wanted to share them
with another whom I knew
would like as I considered
him from the rest apart..
Our moments around
those words brought
more feelings..;
Things in this world we
rarely share or talk about
somehow find their way out
and are discussed in different
light with both best or
worst parts..
At the end of day I do
reflect with an awe
how few pages from a
book can bring so much
in a day to create a life
you had never thought
shades of emotions to spark..