There's This Guy

There’s this guy I’m in love with, in an unexplainable way;

I think of him like I breathe: every second of every day;

He’s half the world away from me, maybe on a tour or some other journey;

But I still feel like he is right here, just beside me.

There’s this guy with perfectly chiselled cheek-bones;

His eyes so deep, it often engulfs me in ecstasy;

I feel the desire to be held in his arms and enjoy life as it comes;

But Alas! It can happen only in my bizarre fantasy.

There’s this guy who likes to call himself DJ Malik;

He gets called terrorist and other stupid things that make me sick;

He receives so much hate that I can see it’s breaking him;

But trust me, he has a huge heart, bigger that you could ever dream.

There’s this guy who smiles with his tongue between his teeth;

His laugh so beautiful, I often forget to breathe;

I can talk about him for hours even if people call me a bore;

Baby I love you the most, can’t you love me a little more?

There’s this guy called the Bradford-bad-boi;

I know he loves me, maybe not the way like my;

Trust me when I say he’s as noble as a shrine;

I am forever his, but he can never be mine.                  

~Nivedita Shrestha (DJ Mallika)