Woke up to the rays of the sun;
Bubbling inside with an anxious emotion.
An unknown feeling rising within;
I was nervous of what was coming.
I had heard people call it love.
It made me crazy by the day ;
Sometimes sad and sometimes gay.
The world started to look different .
I was looking like my new version.
These were the signs of love.
The wind flew like before;
The sun still shone to the core.
Didn’t feel like violins were played;
In the same way the breeze still swayed.
Did it really feel like love?
But I tossed and turned in my sleep;
At times all I wanted to do was; weep.
The next moment I burst out laughing.
Sometimes it was anger; solace I found in yelling.
These symptoms definitely meant love.
Havoc; it was with my hormones.
Crazy; it was with my mind.
Different; I was physically.
Confused; I was totally.
I had to confirm if it was love.
I rushed to my mom; my friend;
Narrated all the incidents;
She looked at me and beamed.
Is it love; I screamed.
Was it love?
She took me in her cover;
The answer I was ready to discover.
What I heard; shocked me.
Love it was not; she told me.
It was just PMS; PMS and not love.
That my friends was : My first Feeling of PMS.
P.s : PMS - Pre Menstruaal Syndrome.. lol
1 comment:
Brilliantly written!! Nice anti climax! And a near perfect description of PMS! ;) :P
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