What if i tell you
its not the Writing
that i'm addicted to
its the Power
the power to create
the power to make reader
feel for the characters
that dont even exist in real
the power to convert letters
in to words,
words in to sentences,
sentences into story,
story doped with feelings
that make people laugh
that make them cry
that makes them sad
and happy too
whatever YOU want
them to Feel !!

Those
winter mornings
when
air stands still
sky feels grey
trees hold their breath
sun covered in mist
silence drips from clouds
like they all are
grieving for
a broken heart
or
a dead dream !!

For world,
he is a strong man
a soldier
fighting the bad
defending his land
brave enough
to stand against a million
defiant enough to
make the first move
confident much
to never miss a target
ruthless enough
to **** the enemy
with bare hands
but for a little girl
back at home
he is a teddy bear
who will wipe her tear
a ray of hope and light
a Dad
who makes every thing
go right !!

Her heart
was like
an ancient book
burried deep in
the golden sand of
the forbidden tomb,
hidden in a barren desert...

He was so determined
to find that heart...
after years of hardship
He found her heart
not interested in decoding
the inscript,
he never tried to read
or understand the book,
and just kept that heart
as a trophy ...

Far away,
in another land
lived an archealogist
who through his whole life
only learnt to decode
the ancient script
only to read that book
but was coward enough
to never start the journey
so he just lived there
longing for her heart...