Wednesday, March 4, 2015

There was a time I wrote to you..Catching words from thin air.. Weaving stories that made you smile.. In couplets and letters.. So many words trapped for life, on papers, on screens.. Heavy on emotions but just what made the heart feel lighter.. And then the words stopped flowing through.. The ink ran out, the fingers grew weary.. So many blank, crumpled papers.. So many drafted posts and incomplete diary entries.. The world thought I had bottled it all up.. But deep within, the lightness remained.. Coz why would I pen my thoughts to you When you read me best between the lines

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