The whole of you

a poem by Chetan Bhatia

I want you,
The whole of you;
Cos I love you,
The whole of you.

You make me embarrass,
You make me shy;
You make me frustrate,
And you make me cry.

You make me hurt,
You make me crazy;
You eat like a pig,
You act around like a slob,
And you live like a lazy.

But
You make me dream,
And you make me wet;
You make me blossom,
Like a water jet.

The way you act,
My friends make me the butt of their joke;
Every time I go out with you,
Every time I go broke.

Your talk is boring,
It makes me sleep;
Your jokes are so stale,
It makes me weep.

Otherwise
You listen to me,
Even when it is so bore;
You take me in,
Even when in my way out,
I bang the door.

With so many nags and taunts,

Believe me I can’t take it;
Of all the wishes and wants,
Most of it I can’t make it.

In your timepiece what is seconds,
In my clock it is hours;
When you are sitting with me,
You ogle about male pin-ups and film stars.

Although
I love your wicked ways,
The way you kiss and make up;
First thing I think of you,
In the afternoon when I wake up.

You always run ahead of me,
When we go out for a walk;
I can take any complaint,
But don’t say we don’t talk.

All I got is an old bike,
What you want is a flashy new car;
You spend thousands on shopping and cosmetics,
But for days you go without a shower.

However
When I see you,
Like a 1000-watt bulb my eyes shine;
Whatever you maybe,
You are my only valentine.

I want you,
The whole of you;
Cos I love you,
The whole of you.