A blatant realization…

Carefree, careless and cocooned,

Childhood’s adjectives

No structured games,

Just a merry dance

In the glorious spring

Of butterfly chases and flower garlands,

Of baffling climes and calm zephyr,

Of brilliant rainbows and silver drops,

Of cherry, plums and candytuft blossoms,

Of ribbons, scarves and ballerina toes,

Of syllables and shrilly shrieks,

Of squabbles and bruises,

Of raisins and orange marmalade….

……I,a prima Donna of self opera.

From spring to summer,

The sun got warmer...

With the heat of dreams and desires...

Dreams so surreal…yet so real...

Real as a christening...

Real as a wrinkled skin

Them I chase,

The race I run…

And I run until I pant…

At the crossroads they waved.

I made a final salutation

and wished them a delightful slumber

Conspicuously somewhere beneath,

The desires lay dormant,

Safe within the blurred contours...

“The water gets murkier”,

I sigh… and I smile…

“Que sera sera”

A deep breath, a deeper plunge

All I know is,

Before ‘The Day’,

On my crimson Maundy Thursday,

For me, there shall be…

A platter full of cakes,

A jar full of ale,

And amidst that drunken revelry

Shall I rejoice...

“Yes, how true! Life is all cakes and ale..."

{*dedicated to the intangible someone , again:)}