Addicted Poem by Abhinit Chute (abz)

I wonder since I woke up this morning,
The air is seeming more aromatic..
Although books nd papers are a scene of Indian crowd,
My room is seeming quite systematic!

As I see through my windowpanes,
Can't believe I see the rain falling in the cold...
Who says, I've lost my head?
Truth is that my heart's stolen before I could hold...

The wall is asking me, 'Hey bro! On me,
Why have you sticked formulae of trigonometry?
Looking your facebook account & mobile inbox,
I would rather have bourne a collection of smiley! '

I answered, ' I'm smart in it,
I don't need to remember those,
But, I do forget the formulae..
Like I did when I saw that rose...! '

The wall agreed but the curtain argued,
'You're rude with me, as when in another room you are
And your mobile phone vibrates, you don't care of me..
Push me and play the typing tone, in which, good only few are..'

I replied, ' I'm sorry, I can't wait to see the text..
And reply at my usual speed...!
Now it's true that I'm addicted to someone..
And she is all I need...! '

The wall and the curtain teased me;
But the door said, 'Oh, my son,
Are you serious that she's the one,
Or, my boy, is it just for fun? '

I responded, ' It isn't a good question,
As it is clear from my behaviour...
My thumbs and my eyes are addicted to her..
And the rest of the body is seeming heavier...! '

The door agreed & I asked myself..
Why am I going through this all...?
I raise up and I say Yes, I am addicted
And it has led to my great fall! ! ! :)