By Anushka Verma
Chaos, that’s what I think of you sometimes.
And how can I not?
I can’t breathe when you are around,
can’t talk when you are in sight.
Oh, my heart! my heart beats to be freed when it sees you.
Mind is just a mess with thoughts of you.
Are you good for me, when you make me feel so much with your mere presence?
Or are you bad for me,
when you make me feel so connected to myself?
Is this for real?
Thought it was so dreamy only in books.
But then I have you to prove me wrong.
My own beautiful chaos.