I don’t love you.
I don’t adore you either
but not a single day passes
when I am in my loneliness,
I don’t wait for you
I keep longing for you
I am not fond of you..
that's what I keep saying.
but is that true?
My heart knows you stay right there
but the mind says
I don’t love you..
In a jiffy
the day passes , and the night comes
when you are not around
I keep talking to the walls for hours together
if there's something called sense,
it seems, I'm about to lose it
the tussle between heart and mind goes on...
I don’t love you..
I don’t love you
I don’t adore you either
but there has never been a day that has not gone by
remembering you and the little things about you