turn to shah rukh
connections.
have trusted,
laughter.
have discovered,
desire.
have found,
expression.
have given,
oneself...
hey! stop right there.
who asked you?
who forced you?
don't whine now.
about desires,
about connections,
and don't even mention
that overused word
called 'lurrve'.
its a game, you know.
and you're getting
boringly predictable.
if you can't play the game
step out, save yourself.
besides, you're too old,
and look desperate, needy.
that's pathetic, you know.
so no writing
lovelorn lyrics,
on ridiculous blogs,
about passionate kisses
on rainy afternoons.
get yourself a haircut,
and shiny dupattas,
that match flowery salwaars.
go join a kitty party,
and have very loud,
very happy
fatty aunty lunches.
and watch shah rukh
bathe topless
in inane movies.
Labels: poetry
1 Comments:
its a game, you know.
and you're getting
boringly predictable.
Hi Manisha,
I liked it. Brought a cheer on my face. As they say, it was a bit "hat ke"(different). by the way, this form of poetry/style, does it have a (formal)name?
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