The Boy is dreaming of a girl. Both are in the same Restro for the dinner but tables are separated. The words are thinkless wrapped with the gravy of Love.


There were you


i was there,

thinking of you


you don’t care.

staring at you


looking somewhere,

busy with the crew


mad with you.

People with you

chuckling for me

telling was you

the story of love

cooked with gloves.

glare on your face

gave me the bless

to see that flash


in my chest

saved with hashtag.

when i woke

there were shock

i was there

but you were not.


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