my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

Sometimes I scribble Sometimes I play with words,   They call it a poem, I call it “you”! Sometimes I doodle Sometimes I color, They call it a painting, I call it "you"!   Sometimes I smile Sometimes I cry,   They call it emotion, I call it “you”!   Sometimes I talk, a lot Sometimes, I am quiet, awfully though,   They call it moods, I call it “you”!   Sometimes I scribble Sometimes I play with words,   They call it a poem, I call it “you”!!    

  Today, once again, you woke me up with a nudge You were smelling like the December…   With the eyes half opened, I saw you staring out of the window Face full of displeasure, like the ocean before the storm…   I thought of walking up to you, but you started jumping around like a deer  teasing me to the core...   You can poke all my senses, you know? And yet I don't hold you tight enough I always let you go, only to regret and repent later…   Still, you keep coming back, you keep pushing me But I would always be the ignorant usual self…   Sometimes you rant incessantly about how I keep ignoring you And occasionally you just stand there staring at me with eyes full of questions...   Today, I wanted to hold your hand again, but you once again decided to tease me and hide You, my passion, someday I will hug you and love you with all the love I have, with all the love you deserve!!   Till then, please just hang in there, and keep your part of th...