June Monsoon

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Yellow lights surround me, it's like sepia mode
There are people, several I don't know
There are kurtas and sarees, and a node
My parents are there and one guy who wants to sow.

I see his eyes, they speak about his dreams
But do they follow my eyes? On the red tinder
Not blinking and ready for water streams
Black kajal beneath them and ample sore.

My future is on the left, and past somewhere outside
It has been so easy till now, to let everything go
His mistakes and his flaws, my life had become cyanide
His arrows on my heart and his tobacco.

Why do I feel today, such difference?
I should be at peace and the future I had chosen
I can not find the answers, the vociferous
heart aches, my head is frozen
The fire burns in my heart, with my his pyre

What have you done to me
Baby.....what have I done?

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