Books of Glass – Delhi Poetry Slam

Books of Glass

By Saisha Prisca Sriram

I walked through a desolate land, where one could never see truth, 
But I was blessed to read and see the things the blind cannot!

So, one fine day, I stumbled upon a long-forgotten library,
For it looked to be dying, surrounded by sounds alew.

But to my blessed ears, I could hear it say:
“Walk inside and find the truth, that not every book you can read!”

For it had challenged me. 

I barged into the library, the flames in my eyes alive,
But the moment I looked around, I found books.

But they were special. They were not translated in blind. They were true books of glass!

Vast, vast sections and rows, endless, like a sea full of boats!

For I witnessed a blinding fleet.

Books of glass, lined up in the corners. Every row, every single story. 
And, of course; for a bookworm like me, they were glass!

And as a bookworm, I loved to read, for I longed to know every single story.
I grabbed the ladder and spun it around, gathering books of which I had found.

I placed them on a table, trying to read them all at once, 
And through the corner of my eye, I had seen the impossible!

A book, but opaque. I ran, I stared and for once, I could not believe my eyes!

I opened the book, but the words, they ran around! They spun and danced and flew away.

The pages flipped endlessly, like they had life!
And yet the title spoke of my own life! 

I now understood the challenge of the library, to find a book I could not read. 

And I pleaded,
“Pages, pages, stop! words and letters, run back to me! Freeze, I say, CEASE, I SAY!" 

But they fly and taunt me so I sit down in a chair, pulling my hair and said:
“I will need glasses. But only the book can give me a pair!" 

And the book heard me.
It flew and flew to the ceiling and it dropped a page of its own.

Graciously, I looked inside, to find a pair of glasses, 
And yet, I hesitated.

Asked myself, is this needed?
For after all, it is my own story, 
Written by me. 

And the words freeze, the book crashed to the floor, it swallowed its letters and turned whole once more.

And as the bookworm, I put it in its place and said:
“No soul may possess their own story. For that you would need greatness. 
Not the eyes that can read books of glass!"


20 comments

  • A beautiful piece of poem that reflects your creativity & thoughts. Truly captivating. Well done, Saisha. Keep writing

    Sankari Srinivasan
  • Brilliantly expressed creative writing in poetic form. Well written Saisha…keep up your imagination and love for poetry alive always. Wishing you greater heights as you enhance your writing further. All the best!

    Cynthia Navamani
  • So proud of you Saisha. Such a beautiful poem and profound words. God bless Saisha and looking forward to more amazing things from you.

    Paru Ramesh
  • Wonderful Saisha ..Kudos👍I could feel the fire and love towards books in each and every word you have penned down..Amazing dear ..
    Happily
    Your Bio teacher

    Sharmila
  • “Your words are like a warm hug – they envelop me in feeling and emotion. You’re a talented poet, and I’m so grateful to have shared in this creative journey with you.”

    Surbhi Sethi
  • I am so proud of you Saisha

    Vaishnavi
  • Saisha, your poem was so interesting and full of imagination.
    I could picture the library and everything you described.
    You write in a way that makes the reader feel part of the story

    Sangeetha
  • Excellent writing dear Saisha

    Wishing you all the very best

    More to come

    Latha sathyakumar
  • Excellent writing dear Saisha

    Wishing you all the very best

    More to come

    Latha sathyakumar
  • Fantastic thought process Saisha. As I go line by line it absorbs me and I got dissolved into it. Thought provoking and a joy to read. Keep writing.

    Suresh Ramakrishnan
  • Wonderful use of words dear. It was soothing to read.

    JAYAKOWSALYA
  • Amazing talent… like a dream… I’m proud of you.. God Bless.

    Chester PA
  • Amazing talent… like a dream… I’m proud of you.. God Bless.

    Chester PA
  • It’s a magical and thought-provoking poem about self-discovery — a true read-and-release experience that captures the mystery of understanding one’s own story. Well done, keep it up !

    Suriyakalavaradharajulu
  • Asked myself, is this needed?

    No soul may possess their own story. For that you would need greatness.

    These lines really touched me. They show an understanding of life and respect to the idea of only unveiling life as it flows on. My prayers that you keep nurturing and growing in the creativity space.

    Julie
  • Very beautiful… wish to see u write more and more❤️🤗

    Vandhana Kumar
  • What an incredible imagination you have! This poem reads like a magical adventure, full of depth, mystery, and meaning beyond your years. The imagery of books of glass and a library that challenges the reader is truly powerful — it made me feel like I was right there with you. Keep writing, because you clearly have a gift with words. The world needs more storytellers like you.

    Lyndon Samuel
  • What an incredible imagination you have! This poem reads like a magical adventure, full of depth, mystery, and meaning beyond your years. The imagery of books of glass and a library that challenges the reader is truly powerful — it made me feel like I was right there with you. Keep writing, because you clearly have a gift with words. The world needs more storytellers like you.

    Lyndon Samuel
  • Very talented and creative ! Wish you a bright future!

    Rajalakshmi
  • A beautiful reflection of your creativity and talent. It’s a masterpiece. This is just the beginning of your poetic journey. Keep shining.

    Dawn Jeevaraj

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