In that art gallery we met, you admired me,
Who knew you would become my muse, you inspired me.
Changed my choices, from mine to yours,
A submissive bitch, you thought and wired me.
Made my exclusive appearance with that sapphire ring,
The media probed and you said, you desired me.
Started questioning the authenticity of relations with my colleagues,
The green eyed monster in you umpired me.
Figures turned into swirls of confusion and unhappiness,
My canvas smeared my cries yet you mired me.
I waited for you when life shot bullets at me,
I even tried firing back
O Divisha, distressed and harrowed and in dire need of tranquility
I realised, that he cross-fired me.