Thursday, 7 January 2016

Letters

Wrote a many ,threw a few
to send you a flower or its dew

Color the words,rephrase it new
to stop it here or let it through

Meanings were lost by the time I knew
to voice my heart or pen it blue

Wrote a many,threw a few..

Left it hasty,blurred its view
to make it clear or hide in lieu

Write it in a line or realign it in a slew
to let you know or first know you through

Wrote a many ,threw a few

Stitched the message with ink words glued
to cloth the paper or leave it nude

Hang a sign or lay a symbol so raw and  crude
while I pen them down my heart intrudes

wrote a many,threw a few
to send you flowers or its dew?

Bleed from heart or ink from pen
to let one man know or first know the men?

In a language or script if I knew
would rewrite the times in love I grew

Wrote a many threw a few..

Leave  a mark or stroke no clue
to make you think or stun you blue

stone it old or  dust it new
protrude the  words and point at you

wrote  a many threw a few..
to send you flowers or its dew?

To write it or say it
How could I be better than a few
How I wish I could write to you.

From shiver of my finger or the lips that sew
I know so little and the words are few

Shall I come with a flower to tell you or write under fog with its dew?

Wrote a many,threw a few
If only I could write something so new to you

I would write this and that but  never that one thing - I and You
Here and there but never the three words in the way they knew

To brew the words in a sip or chew a few
Just in how many pages would it take for my name to end with you?

Make slushy feelings to act in stew
or let my heart spur like a spew

Post the many or withdraw a few
what if my letter changes you?

I have set my heart on fire ,can you pick its ashes in these letters
this 18th if its alright with you?

But to tell you a thing or two, I will have to be right beside you
Under your pillow, who is who ?
And if you find me there, that ones for you !!

Meet you in summers,its a winter adieu
will write as many under the meadow rue

Until I find my word between I and You...

2 comments:

  1. After reading your words no one remains the same so i won't blame him :-P It reads a melody sind it and i will play

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  2. haa haa . Blame him for making me stupid in love :D I don't remember when was the last time I made some sense. :P

    I will sing it if only you play :)

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