Everything seemed clear in the morning
The dreams I had written like verses for him
Were stuffed into the bin
The room…it stinked of love
And it was clear to me
May be he was also not the one
I had stepped on my pride again
And now my ego was on a rise
Asking me never to fall for any HIM again
Celebrated by reading verses of Batalwi
And danced….
The room was filled with the melody
My mother would have once enjoyed
When she would have been of my age
I was trying to tell myself
I am bigger than this
My dreams were bigger than this
It was not aching that hard
Because this stale feeling
Is all I have tasted
So it’s fine .