one day

i have painted pages with pain ,

i have practiced to defy perception,

i have vulcanised my vocals ,

i have over-served you in my verbals 

just to remind you till our lifetimes that 

it was you , at best you , but why only you,

who emerged as victorious in efforts,

who never played safe in disasters,

who refined notions of my headaches,

who saved my last coin in chaotic room,

from Semal flowers to autumn leaves,

from being magnificent to miserable,

from majestic to a mechanical love,

from past remedies to fresh maladies,

my beautiful city, my smile was pretty, 

my thoughts and ambitions, so itty bitty,

i say i love sad songs, linger in soreness,

i'm happier when i'm not being loved,

can you not see i'm short of options,

babe , it's fine to lose my one reader,

as it will never shake my potential,

i know lights of my house are dim 

humans are blind, and turning strangers,

babe , it's fine to assert my discretion 

and to never try to read my expressions,

one day , I'll be lost into misty pines,

one day , I'll die rotten in romance,

but believe me, one day you'll do it 

the way you did before the day one.

- chetna 🌻