Romance is not with you, it is with myself and my creator called 'LIFE'
It started with the unaware cry I gave out at birth while starting to breathe after the mother weaned me from her womb
Romance with those 4 precious make believe toys I possessed
The air plane which opened one door to the air hostess popping out
That doll named Krisi whose golden hair kept growing
Those furry chappals that carried me to fairy land whenever I wished
The little brown doggie with 2 batteries in her tummy but never barked..she spoke to me with her twinkling eyes and red tongue
The little tiny room in the corner that housed these 4 dear friends of mine where I had my secret conversations with them
The walks into the garden, my make believe woods where I dreamt I got lost
My conversations with the flowers and mangoes and black ants that I met on my way
The peep into the well and the stories that flooded my mind
The role plays sitting on the potty seat where lemonade and grape juice flowed from the taps, that made the private moments cheerful
The broken rocking chair that turned into a life boat in a storm
The broken tea set that was put to good use sitting in the attic and throwing a party to imaginary guests
The day dreams that I so looked forward to on days I wasn't rushed off to school
In my teens, my conversations with the moon that shone on my lover in a different city from the same sky
The tears of insecurity shed to my doggie in confession and trust
All the catharsis on paper to be crushed and cast away
The list goes on and on.
You happened to meet me mid way somewhere?.. join me for however long you are meant to
Life goes on as colorful as ever..
Romance is a philosophy and first nature, only for those who were blessed by the fairy God Mother.
It started with the unaware cry I gave out at birth while starting to breathe after the mother weaned me from her womb
Romance with those 4 precious make believe toys I possessed
The air plane which opened one door to the air hostess popping out
That doll named Krisi whose golden hair kept growing
Those furry chappals that carried me to fairy land whenever I wished
The little brown doggie with 2 batteries in her tummy but never barked..she spoke to me with her twinkling eyes and red tongue
The little tiny room in the corner that housed these 4 dear friends of mine where I had my secret conversations with them
The walks into the garden, my make believe woods where I dreamt I got lost
My conversations with the flowers and mangoes and black ants that I met on my way
The peep into the well and the stories that flooded my mind
The role plays sitting on the potty seat where lemonade and grape juice flowed from the taps, that made the private moments cheerful
The broken rocking chair that turned into a life boat in a storm
The broken tea set that was put to good use sitting in the attic and throwing a party to imaginary guests
The day dreams that I so looked forward to on days I wasn't rushed off to school
In my teens, my conversations with the moon that shone on my lover in a different city from the same sky
The tears of insecurity shed to my doggie in confession and trust
All the catharsis on paper to be crushed and cast away
The list goes on and on.
You happened to meet me mid way somewhere?.. join me for however long you are meant to
Life goes on as colorful as ever..
Romance is a philosophy and first nature, only for those who were blessed by the fairy God Mother.
