In this 21st century dating
90s' ishq has kept me waiting.
I want those letters
dipped in red glitters
the topsy-turvy words
reminds of her face curved.
I want that gaze
hiding tons of maze
the eyelids looking down
forged with pretentious frown.
I want those sneak outs
sheepishly from father's bout
the stress of being trapped
wouldn't subdue her wrapped.
I want those goofy signs
from her attic's hinge's
the made up gestures
like her lip whispers.
I want those cycle rides
trailing her close beside
our home to market drive
passes without hi-five.
90s' ishq has kept me waiting.
I want those letters
dipped in red glitters
the topsy-turvy words
reminds of her face curved.
I want that gaze
hiding tons of maze
the eyelids looking down
forged with pretentious frown.
I want those sneak outs
sheepishly from father's bout
the stress of being trapped
wouldn't subdue her wrapped.
I want those goofy signs
from her attic's hinge's
the made up gestures
like her lip whispers.
I want those cycle rides
trailing her close beside
our home to market drive
passes without hi-five.
I want those new year cards
with her heart and stars
the quotes full of melody
some her own, some parody.
I want those tiffins
filled with her baked muffins
the sweetness of the food
changes my tampered mood.
I want those cinema days
sneakingly entering in dark ways
the stress of leaving the place
before the lights again blaze.
I want again that 90s ishq
to fill my heart's niche.
✍️Rohit Raj✍️
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