I hate it when my heart skips a beat
Or when my heart is on race
The adrenaline rush, the throbbing in my chest.
I hate it when I write it down too fast
Or when my scribbles make sense
All those typos, so odd, yet the same.
I hate it when my phone rings
Or when my phone gets a notification
The screen lights up, the vibration.
I hate it when I am drowning in the ghazal
Or when my head is buzzing with the tune
Such poignant lyrics! The melody and the couplets.
I hate it when I look for a chilled mocktail
Or when my cup of tea gets cold
That sharp headache, my neverending tonsillitis.
I hate it when the drops of rain touch my face
Or when I forget my umbrella at home
The downpour, or the drizzle in the cityscape.
I hate it when I am walking in a crowd
Or when someone walks by my side
A pair of shoes, the shadow on the street.
I hate it when I cry or when I laugh
I hate it when I speak or when I keep mum
I hate it when I read or when I write
I hate it when I am freaking out or when I am fine
I hate it all!
I hate everything that weaves the tapestry
With the reminiscences that I once wiped off.
Tahsina Inam Trisha is a freelance contributor.
