You

Delicate, a picture of calm,

Waltzing through life, impervious to all that’s around

“I’ve a date with Depp”, you say; I half-accept

Dreamy as you are, you yourself half-believe!

 

Harry’s a good friend, Hermione calls,

Janis lent her Porsche the other day!

“I want a custom made beetle!”, you chirp

Lips pouted, dimples screaming, curls obscuring

And eyes squinting, nicely though J

 

Call out your name, a pair of doubtful eyes peer back

“What have I missed/forgotten/not done?”

Show you the spirits, certain leaves, and

The eyes sparkle, dimples scream and pearlies flash

Incomprehensible ultrasonic shrieks of joy follow in a short while

 

Shopper extraordinaire, bargainer par excellence,

You slice ‘n’ dice through clothes, shoes and retailer profits with disdain

Surprisingly knowing exactly what you want and getting it too

A total foodie, a gifted singer, music buff, poetically inclined, talented photographer,

Creativity abounds in you, yes, as a foodie too 😀

 

I try to go deeper and realize how little I know

There’s a brilliant mind, reassuring realism :P,

Refreshing candour, lazy elegance, dollops of cuteness

And most importantly, a twinkle in the eye

That welcomes life unabashedly

 

Here’s an ode to a very special you,

Here’s wishing you on an occasion of joy

“Happy Birthday”

-x-

ESP?

I am sitting in the night mess waiting for my order, watching something random on the TV upfront. Sitting aimlessly, my thoughts wander to where they mostly do these days and I imagine how it would be if she just walked into the mess. I chuckle inwardly at my romanticism, more at the fact that i can be romantic. My boring practical brain calculates the probability of my wishful thinking turning to reality to near about nought when I hear those sloppy footsteps. As is everything of the little bit that I know of her, these footsteps are also etched in my mind, in a way, as a part of her. I crazily wonder for a second if my imagination is coming true. I get this weird premonition that I have rightly recognized the footsteps and true to my amazement, there she walks in, trudging in, rather, in a way only she can; not a care in the world, lost in her universe; and mine just became a happier place to be in.