"Every morning I get up,
You entangling me.
Your hair messed up,
And your essence covering me.

Your lips are dry,
And so are those of mine.
Your eyelids seem to be heavy,
Maybe, the last night, I took your time.

A time, not to fulfill my lust,
A time, not just to have a pleasure
A time, not just for sex
A time, not just with the talks of your gesture.

Rather a time, to know about your scars,
A time, to know about your past,
A time you got cheated by your peers,
A story untold, inherited rust.

Open yourself up girl,
I wanna know your pain,
For the nights you have cried,
With just losses and no gain.

Let me be the blue with that poison,
Let me drink the venom of your cut,
Let me inhale your polluted air inside,
For those people existed just for your butt.

Express yourself with all your guts,
I promise they won't ever hurt you,
I will be yours forever,
I will be a medicine of life,
For every bit of cure."

Stop dreaming and wake up,
Enjoy life, heads up,
Coz the medicine to your cure,
Can be anaphylactic for you.
This is a poem,
Just to warn you,
Against those delicious words,
Of the guy you'd never adieu.



© Anandarupa Neogi