Don’t read.

I haven’t written anything I want to read.

I want my words to become a language on their own, to dance before your eyes, to sing to you in the silence.

I haven’t written anything I want to read.

I want my words to sketch characters in your mind, to fill your nights with colorful dreams, to show you sparks on a bright day.

I want my words to be yours when you lose your own, to say what’s true when you’re in doubt, to be with you when I can’t.

I haven’t written anything I want you to read.


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3 Comments

  1. You haven’t written anything I wanted to read.

    Aditya.

    You haven’t read anything I wanted to write.

  2. Hemant A. says:

    🙂 good one..resonated in my thoughts. “Write something that you yourself would want to read.”

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