TO YOU

You creep into my nerves
And then make me what I’m not

I know you’re silly
(I’m, too)
I know you’re gracefully woman
(That’s the ink to my imagination)
I know you’re selfish
(so, who is not?)
I know you’re unnecessarily logical
(which makes me angry, makes me drink, and makes me write poetry)
I know you’re pompous
(I blame the time, blame the ambitious age)

The coffee, the beer, the chai
The maggi, the fruits, the dal- plain one
Everything has some memories attached to us
Memories mean more to me than you
Since I know you’re nothing but a memory

I’m camouflaged
By my own ifs and buts
By my own doubts and confidence

But you’re vivid
Vivid like a day bright…