Stand-up for Love

She was like IIPM's rankings,

Too good to be true,

But like aunties are to K-serials,

to her I was addicted too.

I tried hiding my sentiments.

like netas in swiss bank stash their loot,

But all my feelings lay exposed,

Like Poonam Pandey on any photoshoot.

Akin to a Tatkal booking on IRCTC,

I was giving up without a fight,

But she kept appearing in my head,

like pop-ups on an adult website.

I approached but became like Manmohan,

whenever around any TV cam,

She acted like Kryponite,

whenever I felt like Superman.

I still gave my best shot,

But could never get a hang of her,

It was as hopeless as commenting in English,

is for any Pakistani ex-cricketer.

She stayed a Bermuda Triangle,

A mystery I couldn't decipher,

Together we were just complex,

She real to me, I imaginary to her.