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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


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