My life is an oxymoron. For a short-tempered, excited A shy and introverted child, Childhood was an oxymoron. I had dethroned musical chairs Served guests with the kitchen playset 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 a 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 are their topping I, being their green tea, left. But I fail at forgetting your love toasts and lemonade You had fed me when I saw My grandmother is dying. ...