i hate them

those rains, my overflooded lanes 

black shades, my brighter side fades, 

red pigments on my face , i remember

i coloured myself pale in that sick september. 

they look so decent and proud

my own couplets wasn't too loud, 

staring at them bawling my eyes out

"bribe me to secrecy , so i won't shout."

people mad in love are bad in love

my shiny eyes for his glance know that 

people bad in hate turn so mad in hate

my cuts on veins and brains know that. 

"she might be the sweetest chapter"

i know you mimic my every explanation, 

after being played in crests and troughs

now i laugh at your mindful manipulation. 

i had seen people changing 

better than a true tropical season, 

i'll screw up fixed things as now

i hate them so hard for a greater reason. 

- chetna 🌻