Sitting in this play room
I visualise these settings,
Googling my eyes around,
A place — Radder,
A flitted thought—
I am just a ladder.

Will you climb over me
And live your dreams?
Would you mind,
If I were to call you by
Tomorrow's dusk?
Or should I think
We are bound to dust?

Am I just a fluke
That you pitched but didn’t hit?
What am I to you—
A carrom coin to flick.

I know all that above is not true.
Overwhelmed with my own guilt
And mistakes a few,
I put my rue in your heart.

This faceless August
Rampaged our start.
I know I fall for you—
And that is true...

Sneaky fakes inbound.
Bleached love is now aghast,
Like a drink of husk.