Falling in Love

Abhijit Roy

The way she made me feel was so familiar

It was not the grass I smoked, that’s clear

My stoned eyes were not high for a change

The red color was screaming for peace again

She was the sense of joy, bliss and life to the moment

Oh I tell you, the only soul was holding on to.

The stretched conversation with her over the poison

Was honored by every drop of silence I held

I realize I had goosebumps, looking at her again n again

It was strange to behave so childish

Suddenly I pinched myself and yelled, what’s rubbish

I must not let the hormones drive it again

But it was the need of an hour and the pain.

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