How gullible is this little empress
So unaware of these shenanigans
She embosoms a pretentious sleeping face
And nibbles at my sideburns
As she chants her dulcet hums
I capture each and every inch
Of her niveous complexion
That eclipses the spirit of wintertide
Dawn being an escape artist
Leaves her heartfelt tunes
To grow a bit morose
Because it's time for us to run errands
For a while I'm left wondering
If in downtown we were to dwell
Would she be as doleful as she is now
Once the clock struck aubade?
Or would her doting nature
Vanish with the morning haze?
In a jiffy my thoughts are shushed down
And that's exactly why I call her my Pumpkin
But why is she busy contemplating
On what she must prepare for grub
When she knows I will be appeased
With just some cottage cheese, tofu and malt?
The wind snatches her handmade tents
I open my semi-closed eyelids questioning her mien
Then again I grasp her natural foundation
While she finishes ruffling my hair
She nods her head sideways saying she is amused
Oh! And all along I believed she was pure blank!
"By the way, Good Morrow Dear,"
Her wordy grape-like eyes slowly speak.
Somewhere in what we call a fortress
Under the balmy skies and woven cardigans
He nestles up merrily to my embrace
With daydreams of a child, skipping about ferns
His false, heavy breaths tickle my eardrums
And simultaneously compete with our goldfinch
To win my soft chuckles and flushing reflection
However, I feel he has something to confide
His right clenched fist
Tells me his mind is forming dunes
Out of a blooming rose
Reducing our love to gerunds
But even if he kept me on a broken swing
In a deserted warehouse or a pumpkin shell
My soul would always be ready to bow
Bow down to him, just like a barricade
His head-rest, my cross-legged posture
Then guides him through this vulnerable phase
I would grab the hems of my worn-out gown
And fling all those question marks towards a bin
Now I shall carry on fixing
A somewhat banquet in our castle's hub
And in the process of my being teased
A deep serenade comes to a halt
Glistening dewdrops wet our hung-out garments
The ultimate incandescence also hits our screen
Brightening up our mere accommodation
Though just his view, can beat its flair
He tilts his front as if I were bemused
When actually, I hadn't fallen prey to his prank
"Well, Good Morrow Reindeer,"
He swiftly responds, with a lopsided cheek.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Hey there! ^__^ I am Vani, an extroverted introvert and a perpetually lost soul that is trying to seek relief in a fictional realm. The phrase "Plain Jane" refers to a girl with an average appearance. I chose it as it best describes me. And apart from being my alter ego, it is also a blog I operate.
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2nd February, 2015