Bihari momos or Pitha

I didn’t throw that dart….

My pain cannot be healed

Since emotions can’t be sealed

In the so called human heart

Where you weekly throw a dart

Right in the middle

It now pains so little

I am not an object

That’s why I object

But you didn’t object

Because you faked

Always since the start of the journey

You lied ,you faked

Now my emotions are being baked

In the oven of your happiness

Had not I been so strong

The oven would have roasted me as a whole

And would have produced love sprinkled khole

Which can only be used on waterline

Since it pains…it hurts…..when it crosses the borderline

And you continue to decline

I didn’t throw that DART……

What I have to pay for your love

I didn’t know I would have to pay so much ,

For loving you, choosing you to love me in hush-hush.

I thought love to be as simple as curry,

But I found it as tough as bark of full grown tree.

As per you……

It takes time to be mature,

Because it’s the only cure.

I will take some time to understand you,

So no part of your life is left due.

But I said……

Mature is not for amateurs…

Let’s not bind our love…

Let it fly like dove.

But time flied ..

And our love died.

You tried to be mature..

And I was so amateur…

Was it the only reason,

Think and broaden your vision.

Love is indefinable..

It’s just unconditional.

Just go with the flow and love the world..

Else the time will fly and one day you will die…