I think I made you up inside my head!

I don’t think I like his eyes

Although I have told him that I do

Right would be –

i only like them  when they are looking at me

Or when they are trying not to!

And he is over-right some ways yet so bloody twisted,

Its weird cuz I just can’t get him,

Yet I want to.

He would invite me and wont come sit with me,

N I sit there wondering what to do.

He attracts me and Its frustrating,

They say “forget waiting, u go make a move”

but I sit there fuming, cuz I am way more wise for 22.

And I wont even sit with him in the same booth or the same seat,

But something abt his presence near-by makes me feel so complete,

He is 95% my reason to go to a particular club,

Makes me think he is pretty much good at his work!!

And then half the times I m looking at him,

when he would look around and crack another joke,

N the minute he looks my way, I make sure that I don’t.

And then he gets up and walks away,

When his duty calls or girls,

And I hate him from all the hate God gave,

N I wonder what a girl in my shoes does.

But I am way too wise to waste my night on guys

So, I go down to dance before anyone even knows,

the disturbance of my countenance, all the same that I have felt before,

Plus I wont wait all my life 4 someone to take me on the floor.

But there is something about him, I dont yet know what it is

He just has to say the word

and I am listening with all my life and drunken consciousness

Sometimes I feel like I am making him up!

But without him,

I would be a stranger to these feelings

A stranger at a party thinking at whom should she be looking

Stranger in a jungle of the same breed, different colour
And then getting tired of waiting for love to find her

Comparing guys and settling for someone who shines brighter

n getting drunk enough to meet someone new

And another night that she blew

Then succumbing to reality, maybe forcing herself to get smitten

A Stranger to these lines that She would have never written.

Maybe its his rude-hindi that I think is cute,
or the fact that he has no clue what I want him to do,
or that he has challenged life's safety of the so-called routine,
like a free flowing ocean, born on the fifteenth,

So I sure as hell can look at him and pass this time

Without regretting another 1 of these never-ending wasted nights...