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I wait.
I open my screen, and there I see
a notification—
not from you,
but from Duolingo, urging me to do my Latin lesson today.

I hear a ring.
I look at my screen,
and there it is—
a notification,
not from you,
but from my best friend who needs me to select a dress for her.

Then I see a blink.
I look at my screen,
and there it is—
a notification,
not from you,
but from the group chat I’ve been a member of since 2023.

And I finally tuck my phone away.
Then I hear a ding.
I look at my screen,
and there it is—
a notification,
yet not from you.
In the quiet of the library’s hush, he sits,  
A mind so sharp, a focus that never quits.  
His parents, pharmacists with dreams so high,  
Pressure to excel, to reach for the sky.  

He studies like the world depends on his gaze,  
Romance and relationships seem far away in his maze.  
Yet I gathered my courage, stepped forth with a plea,  
"Can we be friends?" I asked, hoping he’d see me.  

He nodded, a simple sure, a spark in his eye,  
Then I asked for his Insta, to catch a glimpse or try.  
But his feed is dry, almost as if he’s aloof,  
Like he doesn’t care, like he’s missing the proof.  

His friends call me "bhabi," a sister in law, a kin,  
They talk of me, but does he harbor within?  
Does he like or just talk about me in jest?  
Or is he simply focused, doing his best?  

Supportive chem teacher, she sees a spark,  
Encourages us both, brightening the dark.  
She told him to be kind, to treat me with care,  
And cheered me to talk, to show that I dare.  

Wednesday, he sat opposite, a moment so rare,  
I overheard a friend ask, "Is that her?" in the air.  
He speaks of me to friends, but the question remains —  
Does he like me, or is he just caught in his strains?  

In his silence, in his focus, is a story untold,  
A boy under pressure, ambitious and bold.  
Yet maybe, just maybe, beneath that steady guise,  
There’s a hint of a feeling that quietly lies.
Your skin is cotton soft
And your lips is jellybeans
I fell in love with an Englishman
A physics freak
And
A scout led

Solving the equations
And
Hiking through the mountains

His kind nature
And
His big smile

Honestly bought me great delight

His passion for hiking
Bought a similarity trait
But
Our age bought a challenging take
They say, ‘Eyes are the window to the soul’
And I agree
And I feel
Maybe
That’s true
Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision have become blurry
Blurred by love

Blurred to see any better
Blurred to find any new

I think it is a curse
But
Maybe it is not

Maybe I’ve found treasure
And it’s shine has faded my vision

But maybe it’s a curse
But
Maybe it is not

It’s only clearly when I see you
It’s only clearly when I love you

And I feel all belonged to you
And maybe
That’s true

Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision had become blurry
Blurred by love
4 months Is not enough
Not enough to know
Anything
Or
Anyone

Not enough to know how I feel
Not enough to tell you how I feel
Not enough to tell you how I am

Not enough to know
Not enough for you to feel how I feel towards you
Not enough for me to feel how you feel towards me

4 months Is not enough
Not enough to know
Anything
Or
Anyone
In love with a mind that can solve the stars,
And here I am analysing their scars

His knowledge stretches into the future
And here’s mine diverting back into the past

He hikes through the mountains
And here’s me growing lilies into my yard

He is a scout lead teaching life’s skills
And here’s me sharing Kenwood house’s appeal

His age is beyond my wisdom
And here’s mine growing like a lavender’s seed

Because this is love
And this is how it is meant to be

I am in love with a growing mind in the countryside
While mine’s stuck in the city, pinning dots of the past
Providing in depth Analysis:

‘In love with a mind that can solve the stars’
Implies that the poet’s lover is into physics or astronomy.
‘And here I am analysing their scars’ this could mean the poet herself is into literature or history.

‘His knowledge stretches into the future’
Suggests that the poet’s lover holds a higher level of education perhaps having a masters or a PHD.
‘And here’s mine diverting back into the past’
Again the poet mentions her passion for History as well as indicating being at a lower education level perhaps having her A levels or a Bachelors.

‘He hikes through the mountains’
This implies the poet’s lover is active and enjoys nature’s company.
‘And here’s me growing lilies into my yard’
This portrays poet’s inactiveness and passion towards gardening.

‘He is a scout lead teaching life’s skills’
This suggests the poet’s lover’s profession may be of a teacher or perhaps he enjoys the company of children and adores children. This also implies he is a very skilled person.
‘And here’s me sharing Kenwood house’s appeal’
This agains explore’s poet’s passion for learning and teaching history. This could also mean the poet herself is a history teacher.

‘His age is beyond my wisdom’
Here the poet explore’s the age gap between her and her lover. The poet also could be implying gaps between their education levels due to their big age gap.
‘And here’s mine growing like a lavender’s seed’
This suggests perhaps the poet is younger than her lover.

‘Because this is love
And this is how it is meant to be’
Poet could be implying that one has no control over who they love or how they may experience love.

‘I am in love with a growing mind in the countryside’
This implies the poet’s lover is constantly learning different things or perhaps conducting a research for his PHD or Masters. This could also mean that the poet’s lover’s is growing in age.
‘While mine’s stuck in the city, pinning dots of the past’
This implies the poet’s set career journey like working at a set place or not pursuing higher levels of education like obtaining a masters or a PHD. This could also mean the poet is still passionate about history and exploring different parts of history.
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