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I’ll Never Ever Have

Maybe I’ll never ever have anyone to look at half-done paintings in a hidden art gallery in the middle of the bustling street of London.

Maybe art for me is just to be consumed alone.

Maybe I’ll never ever have anyone to go to open-mic poetries and listen to poets pouring their broken hearts out as we simply sit there in it’s warm vibe.

Maybe heartbreak for me is just to be consumed alone.

Maybe I’ll never ever have anyone as a muse and not fall for them because they’re just the way I wanted them to be.

Maybe poetry for me is just to be consumed alone.

Maybe I’ll never ever have anyone to watch a sunset with me as we sip tea and listen to Prateek Kuhad thousand times over.

Maybe sunsets for me are just to be consumed alone.

Maybe I’ll never ever have anyone to walk along the ocean shore with me as the waves touch our feet and run away while the air tangles my hair with your watch; nature directing a movie scene right in front of our eyes.

Maybe sea for me is just to be consumed alone.

Maybe then the longing which is holding my heart right now will fade away.

Maybe the art galleries, poetries, muses, sunsets and ocean shores are really meant for me to be consumed alone.

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