Sunday, October 17, 2010
On a fine morning much like today,
On a fine morning much like today,
She sighed and said, "I need tea"
My failing earpiece misheard,
And I thought she mentioned me.
It was a glorious, bless’d morrow,
My mortals leaped after my heart
I was her chosen frog yet again
Not a forgotten, sulking ol' fart.
Far and wide we two had travelled,
Not long ago (yet an age), I and she
And for the greater sake of Ours,
In worldly strife, exiled Me and Thee.
The peaceful equilibrium of monotony,
For years we practised and perfected,
Till that spark, rekindled, sent me back
To very shore from which we defected.
I twirled on to centre of her stage
And, as my audience took the seat,
I then landed with as much grace
As I could muster in two left feet.
But, I had forgotten that iceberg,
The one I’d help build to the tip,
Which stood between our hearts
Eyeing to sink my hope’s last ship.
With one distant, impassive look,
She dismissed this love display,
Only an awkward stare to offer,
Moan, a grunt, but nothing to say.
Yet, a battle-hardened soldier I was,
I met bravely with flurry of ice picks,
‘Hit me with all ye have, for, I too
Bring a bagful of charm-school tricks.’
I searched my deep, ancient lines
For that one last seductive smile,
One that’ll do old man the favour
Of walking that last tiresome mile.
I prevailed upon my pumice rocks
To squeeze them for a tear or two,
And tell my dejected sweetheart
‘With all my might, I still love you.’
I drained all my emotional leftovers,
"My Love," said I, "I too need thee,"
But, on that fine morning, my dear,
All she said, "Thank you! Just tea."
My failing earpiece misheard,
And I thought she mentioned me.
It was a glorious, bless’d morrow,
My mortals leaped after my heart
I was her chosen frog yet again
Not a forgotten, sulking ol' fart.
Far and wide we two had travelled,
Not long ago (yet an age), I and she
And for the greater sake of Ours,
In worldly strife, exiled Me and Thee.
The peaceful equilibrium of monotony,
For years we practised and perfected,
Till that spark, rekindled, sent me back
To very shore from which we defected.
I twirled on to centre of her stage
And, as my audience took the seat,
I then landed with as much grace
As I could muster in two left feet.
But, I had forgotten that iceberg,
The one I’d help build to the tip,
Which stood between our hearts
Eyeing to sink my hope’s last ship.
With one distant, impassive look,
She dismissed this love display,
Only an awkward stare to offer,
Moan, a grunt, but nothing to say.
Yet, a battle-hardened soldier I was,
I met bravely with flurry of ice picks,
‘Hit me with all ye have, for, I too
Bring a bagful of charm-school tricks.’
I searched my deep, ancient lines
For that one last seductive smile,
One that’ll do old man the favour
Of walking that last tiresome mile.
I prevailed upon my pumice rocks
To squeeze them for a tear or two,
And tell my dejected sweetheart
‘With all my might, I still love you.’
I drained all my emotional leftovers,
"My Love," said I, "I too need thee,"
But, on that fine morning, my dear,
All she said, "Thank you! Just tea."
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