Addiction

typewriter

Suddenly I am so addicted.

Though I am at an initial stage of this addiction

But for the first time I love an addiction

I am Addicted to this writing.

Every detail of the writing period wanders in my mind

Sipping the tea in the thermocol glass

Going through that thought process every now and then

Biting up that thermocol glass with the teeth,

In order to find the right words to my thoughts

I am addicted to the things I get to think everyday

I am addicted to the number of things I wrote about

I am addicted to the number of words I write.

There are times when my thoughts run faster than my typing

Thus, making me more addicted to that sound

The hurried sound of the pitter-patter of the keyboard keys.

I am addicted to that Verdana font I use to write

I am addicted to that interface I get to see of the MS word. LOL!

I am addicted to that justified alignment I give to all of my text.

So I am addicted to this addiction, I am addicted to writing.

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It took fifteen years to take that small poem a bit seriously.

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It took fifteen years to take that small poem a bit seriously.

I still remember the first poem I scribbled down with a pen

It went something like this, then

“There was a cat; he sat on a mat,

Then he saw a rat that was very fat “

It took fifteen years to take that small poem a bit seriously.

Then I wrote coz I preferred not to speak,

I don’t know if ever I had been a writing freak.

But yes I always found solace in those words.

Never wrote so that people could read what I wrote

But to store my thoughts, rather wrote just to keep a quote.

O yeah! It took fifteen years to take that small poem a bit seriously.

I never thought I could make it my profession and get a wage,

Never thought could write for others, and get praise.

Yes! It took fifteen years to take that small poem a bit seriously.

Until I wasn’t pushed back,

And asked to keep the works just confined to the racks,

May be that’s when I took it actually seriously,

Oh yes!! It seriously took fifteen years to take that small poem a bit seriously!