Bias

I don't wanna be,

The damsel of the Tinseltown.

I don't wanna receive,

A cute puppy in a punnet.

I don't wanna percolate,

My thoughts into the ocean.

I don't wanna keep,

The red roses as a keepsake.

I don't wanna attend,

Those secret rendezvous.

I just want,

The ongoing utopia thoughts

To remain till the

Last shedding leaf of my life.

I just wanna see,

Him in my dreams.

I just wanna study,

In his Alma Mater.

I just wanna colour,

My cheeks with rogue by seeing his pictures.

I just wanna paint,

A rosy image of my riotous mind.

I just wanna keep,

All the momentous seconds.

These feelings which are inexplicable,

The group talk where I am a nincompoop.

Is this the love I wanna find?

These little features,

Dragged me towards Fangirling things.

Without seeing his actual face,

Without standing with his real height,

I can make my heart flutter.

That's my platonic love for him,

Whom I share with the whole world,

And I named him as my bias.