There is a girl I met,
I never knew what's going on her
May be I am an overthinker.
Sometimes she is moody and sometimes happy,
Never I could understand her phsycology.
All she wanted, was to avoid me,
But she never said it, was an irony
Very hard it was to understand her,
Acting real to me, was better.
I was quite happy for her presence,
But she never cared about my existence.
Couldn't express my feeling towards her,
Without me in her life, she seemed happier.
I lacked something what she wanted,
Better not to stick with her,
As now we are separated.





© Raghav Medhi