Rusty love

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 your heart

Its hard to mend the patch spoiled by touching 

It might uncover a memory hard to ignore

And difficult to paint over

I love to paint 

I will paint it over again and again

But

Lately i have also fallen for the white pages

Or the white walls 

Hence i might end up falling again to realise 

The paints is all over me than that on the wall or the pages

Handle with care is what the say

Both people and glass

It seems the earlier one is more brittle than the later