Senpai has a drawer full of chocolates,
Desk full of tea cups,
And a laptop in front of him,
While he writes me letters,
Long, beautiful letters.
He speaks about his Harry Potter marathons.
Luna Lovegood reminds him of me.
He is Ross to my Phoebe.
Senpai, with so much going on,
With reports to submit, with proposals to work on,
Sits down in an easy chair to answer my tricky questions,
He explains bio-informatics in metaphors
His luck packages come through exam phone calls.
Senpai sings through the youtube links that goes,
“tera mujhse hai pehle ka naata koi,
Euhi nahi dil lubhata koi!”
And then I miss the early mornings
In the corridors where we teased him singing,
“You are my senpai, my only senpai,
You give me dokis & shades of grey!”
Miles away senpai sits in an easy chair,
To answer my questions that starts with WHY
Why me!! Or Why not me!!
To reply to the whining letters
Where I ask him about the whereabouts
Of nice dufuses, the cute dufuses,
Who were supposed to show up,
Because it was time
It was high time for a dufus to come along
To spin my world around
And then with a few 100 reloads,
I get a letter where he explains to me
What he calls a theory:
It states that,
Souls could exist like Helium
Not needing a compliment
A single stranded RNA
Inside a protein named body,
Existing and breathing and being
Just there alone
It states that
You are a sun
Or The Sun,
You can burn YOU down
From an average star
To a Red Giant
An interstellar cloud
How fine does that sound?
It states that
You don’t need a plus one
A plus anyone
But in time,
Someone will come along
And you’ll start to see
Behind not being
A sun or the sun
Behind not being a helium
But till then,
You don’t need any dufus.