I am three drinks down
And I don’t know if you are around
I am going to jump, spin and hop
Till I touch the roof top
I can hear my heart beat loud
And I want to twist on its count
Just let me know when it is dawn
I don’t want this moment gone
I have found my Mr Nice,
Just that I am nicer than him
So I’ve told him to go to hell
And forget for him I ever fell
I am wearing a bright new dress
Fluttering a little more, a little less
Can someone hold my heels?
Till I reach the wheels
I can hear my dad shout
I was not supposed to be out
Just stop me from ringing the bell
I don’t want him to yell
I have found my Mr Nice,
Just that I am nicer than him
So I’ve told him to go to hell
And forget for him I ever fell
I have burnt your letter
It couldn’t have gotten better
I will try to remember what we had
And try not to be mad
Will they chase me if I speed?
I won’t run over anyone
Is this where I got to stop?
And then walk up to the top
I can hear my dad shout
I was not supposed to be out
Just stop me from ringing the bell
I don’t want him to yell
I have found my Mr Nice,
Just that I am nicer than him
So I’ve told him to go to hell
And forget for him I ever fell
About the Author
Purva Grover dreams in words. People who know her call her MS Word with a spell-check, rhyme and feelings. When she is not meeting professional deadlines she is dreaming of penning down not a book but a dictionary! A journalist by profession, her life revolves around datelines, headlines and deadlines. And she ‘still’ loves it very much. She works decent hours, sometimes; insane hours, most times. She feels words have souls. She is in search for her favourite word. She holds a post-graduate degree in Mass Communication and Literature and is a founder of The Indian Trumpet.
