There are a thousand thoughts cramming my mind
And you in all of them, the only constant.
Your thoughts have left such a deep impression
Nothing can cure me, no ANOVA, no regression
My brain has torn apart and fallen aside
Giving my heart a free hand to commit the crime
Yes, love is a crime after all that has happened,
All those sleepless nights, all that pain, all those yowls.
I learned no lesson; I am the worst of all.
I try staying away from you, but somehow, I get closer.
I try to stop thinking about you, but the desires get deeper.
I keep watching you during classes by pinning in Zoom
And leave only when a question comes from the Prof, Boom!!
I have become your virtual slave, a slave who was not hired.
And I wear that badge on my shoulders; God knows what transpired
The elegance in your gait and your baleful smile,
Have turned me totally imbecile.
The warmth in your looks, the feeling of comfort
The calmness in your attitude and the bewitching eyes
Take me to their world, a place of no return
I struggle to come back with serious effort.
Having a tea during breakfast or coffee at Suraj
A movie in LCR, lunch at Rasoi,
Or trying a hand at badminton which is your favorite
Those small moments spent with you, I cherish them all.
Your excitement during events and all the fun
We dance together and enjoy till the morning sun
Those late-night talks about series and movies,
Or discussions about projects and assignments.
Make me fall in love with your wit and intelligence.
But is there a conclusion, is there a destination
These are nothing but rhetorical questions
I have no answer to them, nor can I expect any
Because you are taken, and enjoying your life
With someone as good as one can imagine
A gem that you have got, I have no complaint
For he loves you more than me and I must restrain
I come from the seas and you from the highlands
Let that separation of nature remain
It’s not long that we graduate from this institution
And chase our dreams in this wild world,
All those sweet memories with you in these two years
Will keep playing like the sound of bagpipes, a skirl
But I can’t ignore the fact that in my life
You have added another chapter named “The XL Girl.”