Idiocy

Its your face that comes to my mind
Every time I open my books,
Caesar, Gandhi, Napoleon- on the pages, get blurred
With your smiles and your damned looks.
Is this what they call 'idiocy'?

Its your number that I dial
Every time I have to call a friend,
The contacts open, giving me a choice;
But, I can never my heart- amend.
Is this what they call 'idiocy'?

Its you I keep mailing
In spite of knowing you won't reply,
My inbox is stuffed with failure notes
But I care them least, I know not why!
Is this what they call 'idiocy'?

I miscalculate simple things
While solving sums at eight,
Algebra, Trigonometry get mixed
And its you who controls me overnight.
Is this what they call 'idiocy'?

I wait for my parents to be deep asleep
Finally taking out thy note,
And read, and read, and blissfully read
Your hand- written three worded quote.
Is this what they call 'idiocy'?

Then at midnight
When my phone blinks bright,
I am sure its you on the other side.
You, who once again steals my heart
With missed calls and a sweet good night.
Yeah, must be this is what they call 'idiocy'.