Sunday, September 25, 2011

Bobby Deol

I write, i stop, i smoke.
Of Love and Bobby deol.

Its funny how it started,
an accident , fate if you may.
But there and then,
He brushed his hair,
and i fell into my pocket.

Its different,
a game of tennis,
followed by a phone call,
of a complete stranger,
who wants to know,
what you know,
of Love and Bobby Deol.

I would have asked at first,
about delinquency, about you,
about love,and yes, about him too.

So brush your hair,
and call me up,
and talk to me,
About Love and Bobby Deol.

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