I clutched my phone in my hand for long,
Waiting, for you to come online.
I strained my eyes waiting for your texts,
All appeals of slumber I did decline.
Locking unlocking my phone for hours,
Playing games with my heart if i miss you or not.
I hated the way we fought last night,
The anger in me had started to rot.
Whenever my screen radiated with light,
The notification rang like a melodious tune.
My heart started throbbing in my chest,
It felt like the drills of a vast platoon.
Twiddling my thumb, i wrote an apology.
Even though the fault was not mine.
Anxiety held me in the tightest grasp,
I lied to myself saying, "I was fine".
My pillow was soaked, my hands were numb,
When i saw the word 'typing' in green.
My heart was leaping on cloud nine,
But I saw you left me on seen.
I thought of pouring out my heart,
All my agony, grief and rage today
I typed a prolonged paragraph, but then,
I excised it all and just typed 'K'
The torment in my heart had eaten me up,
My eyes were smarting, it blurred my sight.
I bit my lip, clenched my teeth and thought,
Why do we do this everytime we fight?
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
