//I was a little one, all I perceived was I had a bosom friend who was a boy and we used to lurk around all the hours bordering the monstrous and coniferous trees. And finally he vacated that place and went somewhere out of the way. And I being a moppet wept, for I didn't have anyone to frolic with. My mumma persistently was tapping on my scalp chanting lullabies but she didn't sense my tiny heart belonged to the frolics we played.//
Beside that monstrous tree
Holding a mammoth leaf
We both were there having a mock up bonfire
Patting our hands and giggling in marvel
We went ahead to a voyage
With our boats of folios
In that muddy waterhole.
I immersed my feet in a benevolent way
And he perfectly was drenched further.
We two moppets in that rugged land
Making up muddy abodes
With spongy hands,
Seizing those withered leaflets descending
From it's narrow offshoots as
the zephyr came to pick up
And let them reside on our palms.
These nanoseconds would
Always make our infancy alive.
//After a prolong flight of 20 years we both were there confronting each other in a cafeteria sipping hot cappuccino and making ourselves heated through tight embraces. Yeah!! I met him, the boy with whom I fabricated a muddy bungalow and he is my bestfriend and also someone I have crush upon. That night I can't forget when water showered from cosmos, a mizzle probably and he brought up a ukulele that I lent him as a token of love.//
Being cosy inside the blanket
Hearkening to PERFECT when
He played the ukulele
while gazing at my eyes
I couldn't stop my cheeks have shades of red
And there I held his hands tightly
And with a hope I whispered in his ears
The three mystical words.
And he kissed me in my forehead
Shouldering me 24/7 in his life.
The lovey-dovey weather
With blisters of mizzle plummeting
From the roof touching the anatomy
Of the casement
And the melody of the ukulele
Turned out to be the magical night ever.
//Voyages although would wind-up one day but I would always be happy that I would conclude mine holding hands of my soulmate//
Both with fragile vertebrae were
there holding each other's hand
and taking a room in that undyed bench
of an apple orchard
with those old smiles and chortles
pouring down as if rain from heavenly sky.