My Reader!
I look for you in the quiet spaces between the words.
The mandatory spaces that set two contrarian words apart and make the poetry come alive.
I hold my breath while deftly negotiating the curves of the commas and polite paucity of full-stops.
To reach you. You, who waits for me to walk up and whisper in ears. Mostly in poetry.
I don't know yet if I reach you or you pull me to yourself.
Like while reading a book, its cover wants to peel itself off but reader is either too absorbed to care or too casual to notice.
You are that reader. I am the cover.
Shall we read together? Shall we?
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I look for you in the quiet spaces between the words.
The mandatory spaces that set two contrarian words apart and make the poetry come alive.
I hold my breath while deftly negotiating the curves of the commas and polite paucity of full-stops.
To reach you. You, who waits for me to walk up and whisper in ears. Mostly in poetry.
I don't know yet if I reach you or you pull me to yourself.
Like while reading a book, its cover wants to peel itself off but reader is either too absorbed to care or too casual to notice.
You are that reader. I am the cover.
Shall we read together? Shall we?
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