I called you.
Got poor connection.
From YOU.

If I'm your gaze, you're my attention.
If I'm your star, you're my obsession.
If I'm your one particular song, you're my whole playlist.
If I'm your glimpse, you're my whole movie.
If I'm your swaraa, you're my sangeetham.
If I'm you're sight, you're my eyes.

I'm hating it again and again. I'm tired of being the third wheel. I'm clearly allowing myself to hurt again and again. I'm not gaining anything from it. Instead losing all my self respect coz I'm the one who approached and I'm the self reason for this hurting. I'm not hating anyone but i hate the situations throwing me into such a path which really doesn't need me. Telling this to anyone doesn't make a difference.
And I don't mean anything to anyone in this path.

Things weren't same as before.
You have really mastered it well in turning one's feelings to numb.
Can't feel the pureness anymore.

We've got our situation to "Those days were ours". Lost my connection with you already but pretending that you are paying attention to me is what scaring me. I'm really not at all ready to express my feelings to you anymore. I'M LITERALLY TIRED. I'm not going to let me be the fool again.

I wonder how you enjoy music.
I wonder how you look like while smiling.
I wonder how you talk at our first encounter.
I wonder how many ways you are searching to seek me.
I wonder what scenarios you are letting go through your mind.
I wonder how many times you think of me.
I wonder how admiring you are.
I wonder how you can carry my gaze with such gentle eyes.

Waiting for you is the least expected thing for me. But right now, that's what I'm doing.
So desperate to let myself soak in your presence filled with heartfelt feelings.
Let your eyes find my eyes deep inside. Let your raw breath be the breath I feel. Let your moustache be the reason for the pain of my philtrum.
Let your soft lips caress my earline.