My life is an oxymoron. For a short tempered, excited shy and introverted child, childhood was an oxymoron. I had dethroned musical chairs Served guests with kitchen playkits But, to find a best friend I was too ignorant. I had found one when I was eighteen . To that curly haired cotton candy inked in pink and blue. To that poetry hour I had bunked for those contact lenses to fetch few drops of lens soak. To your empty hostel tiffin box and my double loaded one, I bid farewell today. My verses , my romances my tears , my politics they called them insane which I least cared for. But, to my shock I saw you chuckling by my side. I saw you being withered on their cheesy bullied pizza. You being their topping I being their green tea, I left . But, I fail at forgetting your love toasts and lemonade you had fed me when I saw my grandmother dying. I dream in reality I live in poetry. That's all you never knew That's all I pen.