‘Are We Friends’, she burst into laughter;
She, fair and flushed, vibrant and vivacious,
A descendant of the Jupiter,
And a novel militant of the worst kind.
My head, tizzy, dropped into the welcoming hands,
An eerie silence followed.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, I was stuck to my gaze,
Thunderously struck by gravity, falling backwards,
Everything ahead looked like a maze.
But, gentle and subtle, she breezed away,
Dangle and dip, blithely,
Made everything dance in her way.
Inch by Inch, resuscitating to existence,
‘Come walk along with me’,
Vicariously pulled back;
Fidgeting, wilting, cogitating,
I became a prisoner of her sway.
Exulted at the proposal,
Trepidations on the consequence,
Again, way led to the now, unwelcoming hands,
Following, came the thud.
Yelling and sighing, now, what is my mom doing?
Wake Up!
Whooosh… ‘Are we Friends’ echoed away,
Into an elegiac silence.
Alas! I slept too long, nay;
She in the distance still,
Gliding and streaming but,
Another hand in her bay!
‘Are we Friends’
It does not matter now any way.
An innocuous wish,
Was all that I blandly offered,
For this spectre ensconced permanently in return
‘Are we Friends’, she burst into laughter.