'Tall' Tales

I know I am a late entrant into the blogging world. It has been so with me forever, in everything that I have done in the past. When I took to Orkut, the world had moved on to Facebook. When I created my facebook account, Twitter became the rage (I stopped there; it would have been pointless to join Twitter ;) ), when I bought a laptop, people were talking about tablets! But it's been a while since I wrote anything that could adorn a blog spot. 'A while' too would be playing down the time frame; eons would place it aptly considering that, except for my last piece of literary stint, the rest of my work lies on yellowed fragments of ruled papers torn from long-exercise notebooks.

A friend egged me on to digitising my endeavours. He-who-must-not-be-named, happened to stumble upon a poem (the only one I have as a soft-copy) that I had penned for my husband (my fiancé then) and found it worthy of a place better than the 'Sent Items' of my inbox. When informed that the rest of my work was lying in some old tin box hidden away in the recesses of my two-storeyed, not so well-maintained house, he quite caustically enquired if I was saving it to be found posthumous, secretly hoping to outshine Ann Frank! So here I start by posting the very same, starry eyed, mushy and childish poem that I had written circa 2006.

TALL TALES



The beauty enticing, my eyes devour,

As I softly sail away from the shore,

Trying to grasp horizon's outstretched hand,

Leaving behind white sanded land.

A tear trickles, I wonder why,

A moment so rejoicing has made me cry,

But as I watch the sky hugging the sea,

Truth dawns, it is because of 'He'.

Memories I cherish, the ones so sweet,

Shall remain my companions till the time we meet,

To smile, to laugh, to live I shall strive,

Without my friend, the love of my life.

Supportive and compassionate he has always been,

A sturdy mask, behind lies a child unseen,

This side of his, he reveals only to a few,

As a companion he is the best gift God could give.

Accruing wealth, a dollar, a cent, a dime,

I keep counting days biding my time,

I hope to God this year just flies past,

As they say "All bad things, for long, do not last".

I wait for the moment, when his arms find me again,

Pretension I shall leave behind, a smile I shall never feign,

The glitter in my eyes shall say it all,

When my gaze shall behold a guy who calls himself tall.

This poem I dedicate to that particular 'He',

I wonder if any of this makes sense to thee,

I have tried to pen my feelings untold,

In a manner that seems to be ages old.

This is where my brain refuses to budge,

Now the entire poem to me sounds like fudge,

But I hope this does bring in his eye, a glint,

So with this I finally end my literary stint.