Insatiable Soul !

The paper felt warm, fresh and crisp
quick ran the fingers..stealthily but agile
as the thickness of the subject
seemed irrelevant, inconsequential

The busy touch of one's restless palms,
rests..then searches against every flipping page
the irresolute heart.. adds only to my spirited mind
as it hops about, through letters and words

Reached the end? Is that all? Or shud I turn back again?
Textual cacophony!! A disappointed feeling.
spontaneous closing of eyes.. a frown follows
soon it is flung far, away from sight but not from mind.

Ahh! It failed to satiate my yearning soul
with the words and essence, my cravings describe.
Disappointing another morning..how mundane, how banal,
even the newspaper eagerly awaited!!