Why is it more comfortable
To have more blankets on but the window open
Than it is to sleep with just the duvet
And the window shut?
Because it is cosier, snugglier,
But what exactly makes it so?
Why is it pleasant to be dry, not so nice to be wet?
Well, wet is often cold, why’s it not fun to be cold?
What is fun?
Also, what used to go on in our minds
Before wet, cold and fun were words to us?
If you’re wet, you are not always cold.
Being soaked isn’t so bad
On scorching sands.
But is that only because you’ll quickly dry off
And because you know that?
Can anyone pinpoint
What is so unpleasant
About sand stuck to your skin?
Why is it so good to get it off in a warm, bubbly tub?
It is a relief, but why?
Relief can be defined by relaxation,
But what exactly is that?
Well, it’s the freedom from anxiety, from tension.
But then relief isn’t exactly relaxation.
After relief, it’s back to whatever came before
What needed to be relieved.
I met my life partner 11 years ago
Initially I thought him to be a whacko
The first time I saw him
He was never a part of my whim
I went out with him in the night
Had to garner all my might
First time in my life was with a guy
And was walking in the lane nearby
Exchanged words and broke the ice
And thus met our eyes
As days flew, he grew friendlier
Spending time with him made me cosier
His conversations made my heart feel light
And thus helped me to get over marriage's fright
Brought rays of happiness illuminating like the sun
Would like to thank family and god a ton
He has filled colours in my life
And I am proud to be his wife.
We bid farewell to our eldest daughter
In her marriage ceremony with full honour
The traditional farewell by a brother
To his sister that morn was an emotional crusher
The following morning we had a visitor
A talking parrot found our home cosier
He fluttered around and called out 'Father'
We adored our little addition, my husband's admirer
March 20, 2016
Contest :It Was One Of Those Mornings
Sponsor : Sara Kendrick
Firefly,
if I believe once
that all your beauty
is a charm of the gloom
reigning around you,
what would I do, then?
*
The house that I had once
under a table, was larger,
and warmer, and cosier;
And I could travel,
with that wooden horse,
much faster,
much safer.
*
The brilliance of a big light
is often not so dazzling
as then, in the pitch darkness,
when one’s eyes open.
*
Among all bad times
the worst is mine.
But I do love it
because I know:
We met this single time.
And also I know
that once I’ll miss it, oh, so dearly!
*
It was as easy, for my granny,
to pick wild white roses
as stars among the thorns of night.
However, once
she scratched her hand on Death and, after that,
she left her old bijouterie to me:
A dry bunch of violets put in a book,
and a white collar
knitted by herself.
*
Once I beseeched one saint
to help me in the trouble,
and he did.
I thought: O Lord,
how pitiful I am
if he himself had already
perceived all.
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