Half past twelve, a Friday night, the time just seems too
slow
Watching the re-run of a show for the hundredth time in a row.
A sudden beep just to my right interrupts my favourite scene
That too-familiar white light flashes at the top of my phone
screen
A name I didn’t need to guess tops my Whatsapp list
I try my best to stop it but an unwilling smile persists.
As I deftly type the reply strictly composed by my mind
The message that my heart had drafted remains but undefined.
It goes into those recesses that seem to flood my head
Filled to the the brim with all those million words I never
said.
Being a woman of so many words, it’s such a big disgrace
The key my fingers hit the most is sadly the backspace.
I never press that like button, my mind calls it a crime
FYI, my heart has reacted at least a million times.
I post that bland emoticon in each and every case
But while doing so, I wish you saw the smile that floods my
face.
I take my own sweet time before I reply to your text
But trust me, before I even start, I’m waiting for the next.
I’m stingy with my compliments, a word of praise is rare
But if fortunes could be made with words, my heart’s a zillionaire.
I say that it’s the winter that has caused my cheeks to
flame
But you and I know just too well, it’s you who is to blame.
In the constant fight that rages on between the heart and
mind
There have been times when the heart has sleekly pushed
logic behind.
And succeeded right till the end in justifying hopes
That pull the heartstrings just the way one pulls a puppet’s
ropes.
And then at that moment and time, when the mind has given in,
When all those cautious reasons have been dumped into the
bin,
I start to type out all the feelings stored up in my head,
But then as usual, my heart says “Some words are best unsaid”.
