I Like You

I LIKE YOU. And you’re wondering, why
that statement needed to be
in capitals, you’re
wondering why I need
to say it so loudly

But I like you. And it’s
a fact now, a mere statement
Because I like you the way I like myself,
hesitatingly.
Or the way I like poetry, I don’t quite
understand it, but I know
it makes me feel something.
Something which vaguely resembles Diwali night, or a rainy day with books.
Something which kind of reminds me of you.

I like you, and its not in a secret way, or a
whisper way
Or a hush way
It’s in a scream this to the world way,
A does everyone know how good this feels way

I like you, and I never thought
I would say this, but
I’m glad.