This mad, mad March!

It creeps in untold – though big bright and bold – yet impossible to hold,
I hate it.
It invades me all, no longer so small, now mighty and tall,
I hate it.
This feeling sans name, seemingly so lame, too wild to tame,
I hate it.

I smile and wait and lest they are late, even if its fate
I hate it.
I talk and they’re there but they’re listening elsewhere, oh God I swear!
I hate it.
And when the next day they ask, through the ‘I am your friend’ mask, like another mundane task,
I – like it.
When they shake their head and smile, like they had known all this while, and go that extra mile,
I like it.

Now its starting to matter, their incessant chatter, like the rain’s pitter patter,
I hate it.
I hate that I care and steal a fleeting stare and pray they are there,
I so completely hate it!

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10 thoughts on “This mad, mad March!

  1. Pingback: November Bliss | Saddi Delhi

  2. I loved this line “This feeling sans name, seemingly so lame, too wild to tame,”

    the entire piece sounded like the rap lyrics in the song “U,Me aur Hum” …heard it?

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