Some like to brag about them, some like to keep it their secret ritual. Books have touched in and every individual’s sphere of life in many various ways. However, it is my job today to make you, fall in love with the kind of books I love and adore. Today, the task of being a literary cupid is assigned to my humble self which I shall thoroughly try to execute.

In this world of cruelty, sadness and pain, God gave us a secret blessing-books. These pieces and papers of art are said to be ‘secret’, for some individuals who like to determine their opinions on the first trial basis, and conclude their conclusions in the blink of an eye, don’t really get the chance to know about the fundamental qualities of books- camaraderie.

Maintaining a bond of camaraderie (noun, mutual trust and friendship among people who spend a lot of time together.) is a book’s main motive. It wants, no, it longs to relate to you, but some just aren’t meant to be. Therefore, a book demands you to give some time to it, in order to explore its magic.

Likewise, it took me a year to actually figure out what my favourite genre was. At first, at the age of twelve-years-young, literature which was meant for recreational purposes was fiction and non-fiction. Poetry and drama were something the school had overpowered with their syllabuses and tests, so the only thing which felt normal was to gravitate yourself towards the ‘fun literature.’

After a year of fangirling over Roald Dahl and Nancy Drew series, I gracefully stumbled upon a  book of poetries by Rumi. It was in that golden moment, while I was surrounded by an iPad and some Amazon offers when I found my first true love- Poetry.

Days would pass, I would keep stuck on that same book, flicking the same pages, and realise one thing- the meaning of each and every page is different whenever I read it. It seemed like there were endless possibilities to interpret those words, and gradually, after becoming a poetry lover and a poet, I have actually realised that there are unimaginable ways to interpret a poet’s words, however, one can never fathom of unravelling a poet’s mind, just by reading one of their, or even their whole collection of works. Maybe this was the reason I turned to poetry because there were too many possibilities to figure out my mind and its revelations.

Poetry is an art of placing your feelings in front of the world is such a way, that your pain hurts them, your love makes them want to fall in love, your anger makes them angry, and your longing for happiness makes them sad. Poetry’s main job is to make the reader feel. Be it pain, or any kind of emotion, but all of them demand to be felt.

The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur is one of the finest, modern-era poetry books out there. It made me feel a lot of things, from self-love to anger at the society and its standards, its jam packed with emotions and excellence, making it on my list of the Must Read Books of All Time. The simplicity and subtlety in which the odes and poems have been written are extraordinarily wonderful, and just like my first poetry book that I had read, this one keeps the folklore going around that poetry has no boundary.

Here is my favourite quote, from my favourite genre, by my favourite poet:

 Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

― Rumi

So when the night is filled with darkness, and you are trying to wrap yourself around the warmth of your blankets, be grateful for the sleep that has been bestowed upon you, but keep in mind that there is a poet out there, at the same time, devising words and conspiring rhymes to make you feel things you haven’t ever before.