Disgust.

I like this disgust swelling in me, 

Pulsating like heartbeats; steady and sure. 

Burning up my insides akin to a volcano waiting to erupt. 

I like this turbulence

I like how I am jolted back to reality. 

Like walking out of the theater after 'Gravity'

No, it is not bad, if you come to think of it. 

I have given flesh and bones to this mythical drama. 

I have worked on the cast, written the story; 

Rehearsed the script. 

I like this disgust that is swelling inside of me; 

because this is not the event, it is the after-after party.

The aftermath, 

Walking the walk of shame the morning after. 

I am waiting for water to spill over; 

I will blame the glass for its limitations. 

I am waiting for the volcano to erupt. 

I will then blame my heart for its cowardice. 

to what end?

I hate it when I have to make words rhyme
It seems forced and false

I hate it when I have to justify my text; 

I think right, left or middle aligned works just fine 

I hate it when I have to hate you when I don't want to 

I hate it when I do

I hate it when I do not. 

I hate it when I do not know my limits, 

I hate it when I do not know where you end and I begin. 

I hate how I feel when you look at me, 

I hate it when you don't 

I hate this hatred more than I hate hating you 

I hate you more than I hate loving you. 

strange

Let us meet in a stranger's dream. 

A little strange you and a strange little me. 

For you, I think I'll make a garland of memories

You'll get me a bouquet of joy. You, my bouquet of joy. 

A happy little heart sings a happy little tune 

A heavy little heart in a strange little dream. 

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PS - I am NOT a fan of Karan Johar movies; but the line - 'jaise dil ka pet bhar gaya ho..'  has stayed with me.