Tumhaare Bhi Kya Kehne

By Raj Tekwani

They don't  make too many like you, darling, do they? Then again, if they did, you wouldn't care to know.
But ask me, darling, they don't. Because if they did, I'd know.
No, there's only one like you, darling, and it's you: you're the needle in the haystack, the Kohinoor in the throne.
And why wouldn't you be: nobody exists quiet like you do.
The way you behave, darling, is a spectacle to admire.
You shift the chip on your shoulder to take on some more and imagine scooter rides in a boring class. You dance like nobody dares to watch and act out four movies in your antics.
You say it's pretence and all an act but you act perfectly.
And I fell for that.
The way you look, darling, is a little piece of heaven.
Your eyes don't hold stories, they hold novels, and the winds complain when you tie your tresses up. Your lips are what I imagine Saturn's rings would look like up close and your giraffe of a neck is a foot-long marvel.
Haan, you look like a swine but you're the most gorgeous swine I've set my eyes on.
And I fell for that.
The way you speak, darling, is what pixie dust is made of.
Your accent is as fresh as the selfie and your voice runs like a gramophone. You say you speak bullshit but bullshit's never sounded so fine.
I'm the one from Delhi and you're the one whose abuses sound like an emotions.
And I fell for that.
The way you hug, darling, works more wonders than Caduceus's science ever could.
People hug to express affection but you hug to bring down the universe on that one person.
Your hug is what a cup of tea feels like in Dilli's sardi.
And I fell for that.
The way you laugh, darling, is what I'd think of when casting a Patronus.
Your laugh isn't just a seawave, oh no, it's a wave jutting out to meet the shore, leaving behind little shells and trinklets and mermaid tales.
Your laugh sounds like someone left a country song on on a windy day.
And I fell for that.
Have you ever seen me around you, darling? I smile when you do and I laugh when you laugh, I have to eat when you have to eat and we share the same timings for our daily chai.
Haan, I know you have your issues, your imperfections but maybe, just maybe, they'll complement mine.
I know my way with words but it's just that.
Come, darling, make me an artist.
I know my way with aspirations and ideas but it's just that.
Come, darling, make me a dreamer.
I know my way with roads and cars but it's just that.
Come, darling, make me a traveller.
I know my way around the bed but it's just that.
Come, darling, make me a lover?
Because, darling, I might be the life of the party,
But when I'm with you, my heart's beating straight, I'm perpetually jiving and my body's swinging on the balls of my feet.
Because, darling, I might be the life of the party but you are the  party to my life.

9 comments

  • Thanks a ton for the wishes and compliments, everyone. I love most of you and adore the rest///

    Raj Tekwani
  • Very well written Anubhav. It’s becoming one of my favourite poem.
    Pavitra
  • The poet inside you can love anyone profoundly. Proud❤❤

    Bhavya Sinha
  • “But when I’m with you, my heart’s beating straight, I’m perpetually jiving and my body’s swinging on the balls of my feet.”
    That’s perfect alluring line man… Just loved it. Keep it up.

    Bellatrix LOL
  • Utterly astonishing, I feel humbled reading this. Great job man, great job

    Pancham
  • Great lines by great authour…..
    Keep it up my son…

    Papa
  • It’s a beautiful poem, Anubhav :)

    Vanshita Raj
  • “Your laugh isn’t just a seawave, oh no, it’s a wave jutting out to meet the shore, leaving behind little shells and trinklets and mermaid tales.”

    It’s so beautiful, such libretto ♥
    Quote worthy, in all of it’s essence.

    Smart Kat
  • “You say it’s pretence and all an act but you act perfectly.
    And I fell for that.
    The way you look, darling, is a little piece of heaven.”
    What a perfect way to describe someone. <3

    Brinda Sarma

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