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Never be someone's YALIN!

Hopes were high,

Even though stakes were low,

She believed love could find her again,

In shades of grey.

Too anxious to express but

Tried her best,

Oh her stupid feelings,

And talking to closed ones about him,

Putting herself together,

She took the leap of faith.

With all that she had,

Put her money in the game again,

And like every time,

This was again the game of losing the mind over feelings.

A guy she never met,

Hair in pearl black,

Not trying too hard to look good,

Probably he wouldn't find anything special about himself,

But she saw the heart,

Where she thought she could make her home,

He wouldn't have noticed his nose,

The way she did,

Bushy eyebrows,

And when he smiled making his hooded monolid eyes look even more smaller.

Too platonic of her,

To paint her nails red,

Find high neck cardigan,

Make a guess of his food preferences,

And then think if he's thinking about her or not.

When things are too good to be true,

It ends in beautiful roads,

Lekin toote ghar ke malbe vhi rah jate hai,

Jaise ghar bante bante rah gya ho.

To be someone's almost,

When fate brings two people close,

It separates then in even more tragic ways,

When heart all of sudden waits to hear that person's voice,

But pains by their actions

It leaves you questioning,

And now she's sitting with her nail paint half removed,

Clothes thrown in a laundary bag,

And her favourite perfume given to someone else.

And room so messed up that it doesn't even look like hers,

How tragic some stories end or they never begin,

How do people without meeting can feel so deeply and

Grieve parts of people they never had,

It was YALIN, it was tragic, it was almost again!

-Tushmita (Mashed Feelings)