I really don't know
our love consists of what variants
bed time love is one option
but that's too common every body knows
roaming hanging outs again too common
but I know
my pencil is too whimsical
one day I was standing at shakurbasti railway station
waiting for Punjab mail
chilling cold and 4 AM late by 6 hrs
my sis told
its too late
it will come with in another say 45 minutes
and said you are least dressed and better go
I did budge
she knows
I am too fussy
not to bother of my comforts
Astha knows it a little better
but my heart asks
tell me one thing
will you go prepared with heavy clothes
my soul whispers
shut up
first hug is the cosmic
o ' forgot to tell you
don't listen to my soul
it whispers too much of it
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