From you, I never could look away
Just like the besotted hero in a Hindi flick
To you, I never could make myself say
Just like the heroine of old Hollywood movies-coy , meek

I thought I shall dream of you
Just as do the women in Mills & Boon novels
I thought I shall pine for you
Just as do the singers in the videos as their faces grovel

Am I in love with you?
Or with the lonely lover due
To whom thrives the culture factory
Am I in awe of your beauty or of the powers refractory ?

Of the ghost of the culture consumer that has possessed me!