Parvathy Menon 

Dad and his 5 year college sweetheart,
Mum and her ' You better tell the truth'.
Old movies and long waits for letters, 
New movies and bright midnight screens
Public declarations, private.
Bottles, papers, etched on stone
But, no one warned me .
No one talked about the flutter, the butterflies, the dark red on my cheeks; a double tap was all it took.
No one talked about the heart burst; new pic .
A future; imaginary, uncertain, nonexistent. 
Reasoning; crush, wait for a few days
Days,weeks, months , a year.
Falling in love? No.
Fell in unrequited love

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