Something Rotten in your Heart

"O, what men dare do! What men may do! 

What men daily do, not knowing what they do!"

What light through your window breaks?

That makes you so cold yet so brave?

So exceptionally nice it makes you,

and makes you humanly strange,

That (,to you,) relinquishing someone is an art,

Too simple to play with, too plain,

And you still possess the courage,

to fall in love again.

You do what you wish,

And you never run out of fish,

You easily breathe life into glaciers,

But fail to breathe life into your own skin,

You get her to wonder she might love thee,

But never on those lines, you think.

What fool those 119 “Good nights” make of a girl,

That the connection she once wore like a diamond dangler,

Now, among her friends, is picked up to embarrass her,
your acquaintance brings in violent delights and mighty feelings, unfair,
and knowing you better chokes one down with nights full of sighs and despair,

You might disagree with all that stone you got under your left shoulder,

But everything is frozen in the country of your heart,

And the paintings in your Drawing Room,

are Art Fogery but you still address to them as Art.

Your Castles are built in a country,

 where people are votaries to Coffee,

Arrows, your Cupid, decides not to carry,

But is accompanied with treachery,

Your understanding measures emotions with an Inchie-tape,

And then reduces the numbers with a heavy weight,

Your strange look-out to life,

 is as sur-real as of what the dreams are made,

But there is not plenty of time to sleep,

Lest I’m in my grave.

Exotic...

She wears her dresses like She is a beauty doll,

But she won’t believe if you call her beautiful,

He looks at her like she is his All,

But ends up taking home another girl,

He thinks she is laughing with other boys

But he has no clue,

She has her eyes on him and her,

 till they leave for his room.

She thinks she likes him,

but another minute she is not so sure,

His absence makes her life incomplete,

But his presence makes her feel insecure.

She notes down every little thing he says,

and the way, things, he does,

but she will never let him know

how bad he has got her.

She will lead him on then push him out,

Maybe She tests him, maybe that’s just her type,

She shuts the door, locks him out,

But waits every second for him on the other side.

He sees in her Mystery,

hard to solve, harder to reveal,

Maybe she is a Wild heart caught in humans,

atleast, that’s what she believes,

His bond with being a Jerk is way too strong,

And for her that just won't do,

And maybe they are a little too wrong

and all this - a little too soon.

Lake Night

It was a hot night, Moon shone and the wind blew,

You wore a white tee, looking much younger than you ever looked,

You took me to a Cafe & pulled out a chair for me, 

&  we sat down to have drinks with a lake-facing view so pretty.

We sat, talking about everything,

My work, your work, my country, your country,

You behaved like you possess the whole Cafe's decency.

Who would have thought the night would see you kissing me.

You know you are from another time,

You dress up like us but u act so nice,

Like you always message in the morning,

After every night we meet,

And You ride ur bike in a way that I forget to breathe,

N You compliment things I can't believe,

& pick me up like I'm as light as a leaf

Technically sweeping me off my feet. 

Roots..

Your eyes twinkle like there are hundred Suns in it,

And you wear a happy smile that changes everything,

And you jerk your head and ask “How you doing?”

When everyone else is drinking,

And I thought Yeah he is kinda good-looking.

You have the stupidest taste in movies,
The kinda "Comedy" to which I'ld have to fake a smile,
and that makes you so cute and my friends ask me-
"D'you like him?" and I effortlessly lie.

I was stuck on him and my crazy friend was obsessing over you,

I doted on your happy vibes and you thought I was cute,

You speak words like “totes”

 that I just wanna write down,

I thought U were extremely hot,

cuz you pulled my hair when we kissed on your couch.

But Everytime I drove to your place was like driving past his,

& Every word you say, sounds just like him

I thought I could be using you!

With everything else, you were an Apple addict

But I thought you might be a little different too,

And then you went ahead and acted like a dick,

And I was sure I had to be losing you.

  

I was right there waiting in the backroads that night,

and I saw your Suns fade, which once shone too bright.