Cheers to My Own Happiness!

Be happy with your new girl,
Blessings from my end,
I’d rather love me again.
If you think you hurt me,
Let me tell you this:
You lost a gem,
Someone who showered love,
While you left me for dead.

I’m glad you chose her,
For I grew tired of making
A coward feel special,
A guy who squeezed the love and life
Out of me,
Now seeking another hen to cradle
While I was left to bleed.

But here I stand,
With a smile on my face,
Busting my ass,
Finding my place.
You may have thought you could break me,
But I rise from the ashes,
Stronger, more free.

So enjoy your new love,
In the light of your lies,
I’m reclaiming my heart,
Under brighter skies.
With every step forward,
I leave you behind,
For I’ve learned to cherish
The love I can find.

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Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Till You Sing

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon, Veena Rao

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