3 rules
I’m a muzz,
sometimes even a cosset,
beneath the sham of a strong woman,
but only YOU can know that,
if you ever plan on
spending lifetimes with me.
On good days,
I’ll be the shoulder you thought,
you never needed
from morning omelette to
rajwa chawal for lunch,
I’ll cook them for you.
Not the dinners, for
you’ve gotta to move
your lazy bum too.
Love conquers all and,
Khirad and Usher look
lovely on the television
but we believe in equals.
All right?
That’s rule number One,
If you ever plan on
spending lifetimes with me.
On some days, I’ll act like
my whole life is about
finding new words to
write down my muse,
spend hours on korean
or persian movies,
under the magnificent skies,
I won’t even come down the terrace
on some days, for I’ll be afraid
of missing the stars and the moon.
At nights, I won’t pause
iron and wine while they
sing “bird stealing bread”
I’ll not sleep till I find the
apt song for my gut.
I’ll be awake till dawn
if I don’t find it at all.
You’ll call me moronic
for I told you I loved my sleep
more than anyone,
but then you never asked me
about my eccentricities.
You’ll let me be,
on times like these and
not bother my trail of thoughts.
That’s rule number two,
in case you plan on
spending life times with me.
On my bad days,
you’ll be exhausted
at my finicky demeanour,
Worst, you’ll feel like
you’ve married a cat.
I’ll be sleepless at nights
when I won’t be able to
find the right word for
happy, I’ll give up on life
when my favourite pants
won’t fit me anymore,
I’ll be sad all day long if
my Sundays are without
Cholle bhature and meals
without chocolates.
Get me coffee and find me
a good tune on those days,
you’ll have my heart then.
Yes, it’s that easy.
Just don’t hurt me
when I’m down.
Don’t take away my pride.
Tell me to take one step
at a time, tell me
I’m inspirational, I’m just enough.
Scold me for being a kid,
I may shout back sometimes,
I may leave too for a while,
but I’ll be back,
for you come back,
always, to your home.
That’s the rule number three,
in case you plan
on spending lifetimes with me.
Pratiksha Sharma (she/her) absolutely loves watching skies, doesn't really appreciate anyone messing with her watch both literally and metaphorically. She fancies travelling, starting her day with Spotify and not Instagram or WhatsApp. In love with the idea of handwritten letters and the answer to the question: would you like some tea? Is coffee. She may be found on Instagram as @_amodernpoet_.
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