To not care about caring too much ❤️

Of days that have passed

And, of days that will,

You know, there’s a thing they say-

Go ahead and chill.

To hell with tranquility, 

and to awaiting your happiness,

I know, from the facts of life,

Only you will make you the happiest.

Of course, there must be

A lover in the movie.

And, you surely must be

An admirer of her beauty.

Did you, in your dreams,

make her your lawful duty?

If you did so, and you’re gushing,

Let me tell you, she’s choosy!

But, who cares? Oh, do you?

And want her, and that’s it.

Oh fuck! I am sorry.

Not crush, it’s love shit.

Are we caring too much,

Or you’re carrying it all.

Not only you’re blushing red,

But your brain’s now a lit hall. 

Attitude or Nervous,

Or a blend of hell, them both.

Willing to scratch your eyes?

Or, you’re ready to unclothe! 

She, on the other hand,

Have no slightest of the clue.

But, your sand castle is sky-ready,

Hey! Wait, there’s no glue.

Lost the hope already?

Or, waiting for some more!

You haven’t briefed her yet,

Do you even want to score?

Now, here is an advice,

No! No! Not from me. 

But, from the one,

Who too waited to see!

You dare not do the same.

I ask you to march ahead again.

Take a step one on one,

Appraise her, or just drop a pen.

If not for anything,

She will listen to you for sure.

Are you scared of rejection?

Don’t be. There will be more.

See! There she smiled,

At you, your talks and you’re fine.

She’s now willing to initiate,

Damn! A new love-story in design. 

Tell me, how appeasing it is,

To have her by your side. 

A sense of completion,

You have it deep inside.

Go boy! You love her,

Like no one made her feel before. 

Give her so much,

That she jiggles to the core.

I told you, it works.

For the courage you assemble.

Life winks at the one,

Who’s never afraid of the tremble.

Not rejection, not perfection,

It’s all about the confession.

You do it and not REGRET,

Because that is the only detention.

Oh shit, I forgot.

She’s waiting, you should go.

I may write you once again,

Or when you’re ever low.

Also, watch together,

Sunset till the sunrise.

Show, what you can do with Love,

In the rain, or the sunlight.

Alright, now, you’re running late,

Stop reading at times as such.

Chapter 8 is over-

To not care about caring too much. ❤️

- Not just your Tutor. ☺