I used to be fine

I used to be fine..
In my small PG room,
Without a window...

Where sleepless nights
I would pace about the terrace,
Like a ghost...

With my unkempt long hair
Which tangles in knots
Soon to form dreadlocks...

With a job that paid well,
But kept me in a cage,
And shut my mouth...

With my secret crush,
Who would hardly reply
To my emails and sms...

With the ugly mess food,
Coarse daal and wilted rotis
I would never complain...

Till the day you came...
And nothing was the same again!