Happy B’day o’ Storyteller!

The palms are nested and so are my sights,

The music hums and loses its reverberates..

It’s been days, months that I’ve known this tree’s shade,

The raindrops have a glaze now while the sun has a face..

Will you play, will you stay? If only you behaved!

I promise and you trust. Wildering wild and still sober.

We are kids with weaknesses each-

Often sitting and still making a world better.

The stories are chartered and painted are its mayhem,

The fool gets a watch, the day doors wore a look.

I wind the springs of my soul, turn the clock and open a door..

Lead my sights a padding graze, 

And there you are..amidst the setting sun,

In the runs of my gaze, carefree they traipse..

In my reach for the stars, wonder where we met?

Music to ears, your smiles and my banter.

Lonely as trees in summers, your hugs and me being the hugger!

In the bashes of your sights, the glimpses I took…

Are or aren’t you regal a real? An enchantress that has me hooked?

In misses of a missus, a silent smile you were to crook.

In wilted few tales, a story that would sweep radars off the hook

It was easy, the wait. Hard were the seconds they took.!

Insipid a crown and the princess she was to this tinsel town anew,

Riches were tattered, rags were split, all lost to a man & his kind,

The silent your smile, lost your guile..& I was brood!

Then in wonders of synchrony, the breaths you took..

The doors wore a look, hands pocketed their talk and spooked!