When you come to meet me Don't stay for longer Trying to uncover parts of me Trying to learn of find the words and adjectives in between the lines I would love to share the tea with you But I fear that if you stay longer after the tea is over And I fell short of words You might smell something very rusty The hundredth coat of paint Which i just painted before you entered On few feelings Which are yet to dry I wonder why don't they dry up fast in the scorching heat of Mumbai They seem to have somehow freezed Which instead of drying melt with the heat The warmth people bring when they ask of my heart Seem to melt it rather than letting it dry and setting it off You might like the smell of the paints I like it too But you might touch it with your bare hands To feel it And get a bit of it on you The stain Its difficult to get rid of it Just like the love in your heart You might ended up spreading it On your palms On your dress On y...