Monday, 30 September 2013

What does the cat purr in your ear?


 
 
Roommates and Lovers
 
 
 
 ‘The snowman couldn’t say ‘No’,

Probably he was too shy,

The best reason to be romantic,

It always great to know,

That somewhere someone loves you tonight,

I felt someone was pulling my arm,

An invisible man or my savior’s spirit,

I looked around,

And saw no one,

But someone continued pushing me down,

He joggled me like a key in the lock,

Making a full-out effort,

I strived to grab a ghostly arm,

The invisible man escaped like a second,

I came to my senses,

As if I woke up,

She was pulling my arm,

Trembling with cold,

‘Baby, let’s go,

I’m going blue,

It’s almost dawn,

Freezing to death and old’,

My Dalai Lama was running away,

Sometimes we have to part,

I shrugged and we walked,

‘I have just crossed some sort of border’,

It turned out to be very easy,

I crossed the beginning of our end,

We all have the same reason,

To feel romantic from time to time,

We stroke up an acquaintance,

Ancient at first sight business,

It didn’t involve philosophical readings,

 We had our own Immanuel Kant,

I  proposed or better faltered,

‘How about my place’,

 She put any doubt on hold,

She secretly held it,

She stopped rummaging through her purse,

Looking for keys to my heart,

He had the key to my space,

Sooner than later we moved in together,

 We didn’t share like all people did,

Sooner or later we’d have been their copies,

Mass- hatched  in  incubators,

 Happily living in  brooders,

Under a handmade banner,

 ‘Live normal life before you leave,

Our ways were abnormal,

The way we looked at each other,

The way we looked  at the world,

We had our way to burn,

The candle of dolce vita,

Till that night,

We had been two lovers,

In lilac twilight,

We became two roommates,

 When we played  kids,

We were two lovers,

When we grew up,

We were two roommates,

Quickly again we returned to being little,

That shared the same bathroom,

In rush hour of afternoon tales’.

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