What is fresh like wine?,
yet stale in prime?
queue or line,
pathetic in my time?

What makes the belle go do red,
and the lad some airs to lend?
what makes a chap want to blend?

“oh! my cheeks are rosy! ”
“my ears are burning!”
like a fool,
twelve to fifteen will drool

I sit and my mind,
back to time....

A ping from my cell,
and my face tinge,
oh! hours are gone in a blink!

A link from my eyes,
to my ears, my mind then fears.....
so this is love?
satisfying eighty days like bling
getting sourer with beeps...

A question clicks,
and reality dawns!

The A that made you red,
down to the N that gave your skin welts..
the chap on whome the letters in the alphabet were drowned in pairs...
texts and chats,
late night calls,
now dreams like a fairytale...

Fait Accompli
yet, I wish I could try..
sighs!!!
all these got my heart dry,
void of emotions...

In a trance,
mom's words triumph..
“It won't last, these live pranks.”

Fait Accompli
yet, I wish I could try....




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