The lady she shouldn't have feared

She got mad at her more than the horns in the traffic
She trained her more than the trainer of the clown
She knew alot of her with no mind reading lessons,
Absorbed hard under the lamp and the twinkling skies.

She told to hold on to things
Rather than running after her favorite clouds
For clouds don't stay
And you have no escape with your heart

Listening to her wasn't in her playlist
She wasn't even the song, on repeat till it dissolves with other in the crowd
Throwing frowns to her lessons
Throwing tantrums for the wants tagging needs
Making her the emotional fool
She thought she being the matured one
But clowns know the best to distinguish between a smile and a frown
Today standing on the road
Surrounded by the town
And loud voices trying to tune to the noise of the wind
Was she thinking it was easy with
Listening to her then a thousand vocal cords shouting on a single ear

Her care was thought be overdramatic
Her concerns were ignored saying them to be jails to her freedom
The spices in her food were harsh for her shapes was what she thought
But while bitting on the pieces of beetroot and
Sipping the bittergourd juice
She found the salty food tasty.

Her love lessons were 90th century thing,
But
Being loved by random people
Being asked for costly coffee
Grabbing intentional wrapped things, waste on the other day
Getting emotionless hugs
She thought was her generation
But on the breakup day,
She often sneaked for her shoulder
Trying to get pampered for her broken heart

It's always felt right when it's late to realize
It's always found after whole book comes with a end
Saying happy ending or to be continued....

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I am stupid with love

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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