As winter chill creeps stealthily into pleasant autumn nights it is time for cosy evenings of hot cocoa and story times children dressed in warm flannels clamour for an engaging tale all eager-eyed and twitching ears granny sits draped in a pashmina shawl she loves retelling the forgotten fables another hearer quietly patters in ever ready and an avid listener ears cocked, head tilted to one side glasses on and a warm woollies on seeing the quorum of future story tellers complete with a satisfied gleam in her eyes granny begins spinning a yarn “Once upon a time in ancient India….”
Thou oozy overload of sweetness, Thou sisterhood of deliciousness and lusciousness. A mere gourmand can’t thus express, A flowery tale more sweetly than my rhyme: What perfect torus is thy shape; No mortal, nor immortal can be immune to thy charms. In the confectionery shops dotted across the worlde, What pâtisserie chef worked magic with simple dough? What piece of baked goody art thou? What gustatory gratification you generate?
Eaten goodies are sweet but those uneaten, Are sweeter; therefore ye sight for sore eyes, stay on; I pray, play with my senses no more! Sugar dressed beauty, I canst leave thee alone, Thy allure is beyond compare! How do I count the ways that I yearn for you? Fathom no one can, the depth of my longing. My bold lips yearn to kiss thy scrumptious skin The untold bliss that you have coated my soul with; Is unparalleled elsewhere in this universe!
Ah! Delirious do I feel as I bite into The pillowy softness of perfection! My eyes close on their own with ecstasy; As a cavalcade of flavours dances on my tongue. The unselfish gooey creaminess is something to die for! I care not if death knocks at my door in this moment of indulgence. Fie! I say to anyone who tries to warn me about your so called imperfections! Jealousy is known drive man to unknown nadir; I dare anyone to make perfidious or calumnious claims against you! I worship the altar on which you sit queen like; My day incomplete without a visit to my majesty, Long live your exuberant voluptuousness!
Perfunctory air-kisses under the watchful eyes of curious kids Our awkward hugs were always at the doorway Craning over the overstuffed portmanteaus and backpacks Though inside I was coming all undone! Your wanderlust making you restless These past two years with the world going topsy-turvy Your heart longing for the deep secrets of sea We embarked on a fantastical journey Our contraption, in all its splendour, ready to take off with clangs and bangs Hey world! Here we come!
(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)
Let me hold your tiny hand once again I want to relive those idyllic days once more Let us walk down the elusive memory lane When you were my little angel, oh so pure!
I want to relive those joyous days once more To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood When you were my little angel, so very pure I just can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood!
To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood Those sun filled days of carefree gurgling laughter I can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter.
Those sun filled days of carefree, gurgling laughter Let me make a gallery of reminisces once again My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter My heart is filled with such a sweet pain!
Let’s walk the gallery of reminisces once again Let’s chase butterflies one more time My heart is filled with such a sweet pain Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime.
Let’s chase butterflies one more time Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime Your journey will be long, cover it mile by mile.
Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile Though melancholy smites my poor heart Your journey is long, cover it mile by mile And I will from afar play my part.
Though melancholy smites my poor heart I cannot but be happy for you And I will from afar play my part It is now your life to live and pursue.
I cannot but be happy for you My dear little angel, oh so pure It is now your life to live and pursue But let me hold your hand just once again!
As I stumble again over my tangled shoelaces wondrous memories light up the canvas of youth time is fluid and my mind lucid as I ramble through the lanes of past a hint of the fragrance of carefree laughter causes a lump in my throat that refuses to go the freaky four they called us behind our back our strangeness, the elephant in the room nobody had the courage to address we were unstoppable no kakorrhaphiophobia, no feeling of insufficiency my clumsiness never an issue secure in each others’ quaintness world warriors we were then fate spun a whirlwind so intense scattered across the globe we lie the magnet of uniqueness keeping us aligned I wipe my tears with a sigh hoping to see them before I die.