Ragas - Part 1
Love in my life, flashes like a comet.
Still, memorable moments of forelsket.
I call it R.A.G.A.S…. cherished love tags!
I know, you are just too curious to hear those funny gags!
My mom…007 James Bond’s perfect clone.
The perfect dodger, an invisible cyclone.
Ms Boffin! She’s just another drone.
Oops! I am never out of her zone.
My first crush, “R”, handsome and dark, So so so cool!
Our hearts melted in the swimming pool.
Water was our sky; every dive became a memorable flight.
Mom’s presence was our plight.
She caught his gaze; her indirect counselling was on rage.
Patience of two days, most furious feud then, on the stage.
Spring faded into sad fall foliage.
“S”! His presence was like a beautiful seiche.
In my dreams, I created my perfect niche.
Known for his domineering will and strenuous style.
My eyes always followed him through the aisle.
Hand in hand, under the trench.
Always sitting, on the same bench.
Both of us on cloud nine!
But the climax reached in no time.
Across the road, he stood there to wave good bye.
Just then, my zooming car stopped near my poor guy.
Mom just uttered, “My daughter is my princess, how can a pauper touch the sky?”
Next few days were, poor sighs!
At basketball ground, on jogging rounds, coaching classes and allllll around.
“A” my new neighbour, short and stout, with him happiness was abound.
Mom’s abhorrence was again getting profound.
Day and night scary dreams began to hound.
Her hatred began to multiply like the Sensex cents and pounds.
How could I tell her, it was just a confound!
Continue to read PART2...
13/03/2019
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