I'm not a stranger to poetries and words aren't a new thing to me. I've been playing with them since a long time now, shaping them into a sentence, a poem or a writeup, however the way I want. My arsenal comprises of a lot of simple as well as sophisticated words and I'm constantly learning a few more.
But the same words I'm familiar with, convey things differently when they come out of our pen. I fall flat to the words I have read and studied in the past. When you birth a poetry out of them, you give them a meaning they never carried before, not the same way atleast. They carry a weight which makes me look at them a bit differently now. There must be some kind of magic in your pen. They impact distinctively coming out of your pen, they penetrate my heart with the force of a bullet fired from a glock.
Your words have the power to make me forget everything around me, when I'm staring at them for the time being. I can perceive how I made you feel over the course of last few months. When you carve out your feelings through words, I can sense them getting engraved on my heart while reading them. While you pour out your emotions on that empty canvas, sitting on your bed, I receive those exact same emotions while reading them, laying on the bed of mine.
My brain and heart reacts weirdly, in a beautiful way, it feels like I start to lose control over them. Your words make me dance, smile and cry(happy tears) all at the same time. I get transported to a world where I'm being showered by your love constantly, I see myself drowning in the ocean of alphabets you created and a cyclone of words you weaved, pulling my soul apart from my body and leaving me at your doorstep. I'm left there, in the centre of your heart, staring at the poems you wrote for me. It's a heavy task choosing which one of them should I wear today. Which poem should I make my anthem for the day.
Athough the poems are yours, I'm printed all over them. It makes me happy that you are mad for me the same way I'm mad for you. Your words let me peek inside your cute little heart and read the things your shy mouth is afraid to express.