What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

To all grown-up kids dedicated,

 

Dating A Heart

 

I grew up in the world of impossible stories,

I swallowed them in one gulp,

I had them for breakfast, for dinner, for supper,

I didn’t sleep,

I dreamt,

This way I kept them alive,

I mused a lot,

I spellbound others,

When I drew treasure maps, they followed them,

An alien settled in my galaxy-wide attic became a permanent dweller,

After he or probably she had survived a flying plate crash,

There were no spares to fix nasty damage,

My Dad’s rubber didn’t do proper job,

A black hole in his or better her spacecraft was doomed to stay unrepaired,

When something is deadly broken,

We stick together as one,

I and he or better she became the best roommates,

I could do anything when I was on my planet,

It had buried treasures under arrogant trees,

It had climbing on board pirates,

They hooked, roped and looted ships,

Spacecrafts pierced the void and killed frustration,

 Filled up with special sense,

Every particle had the brightest colors,

I did believe I did something important,

It gave me goal and strength,

I refused to endure the fact,

My world  was ‘do not enter’,

I didn’t want to keep out my friends and schoolmates,

I dreamt about raising a curtain a bit,

Treating  everyone to a piece of my world,

Dying of anticipation,

Long time before I decided,

I would be a writer,

I told my childhood sweetheart,

‘I know you can keep secrets,

My new bicycle can fly,

How about a flight?’

While she was sitting behind me,

Wrapping her arms around my waist,

I pedaled toward my takeoff of glory,

She clung to me harder and harder,

I pedaled as if I was mad,

I’m sure her version would be another,

‘We ran into the wall’,

I  remember we left mundane ground,

It might be one or two thousandths only,

We flied for a second,

We didn’t crawl,

Then there was a stay away order,

I wasn’t allowed to look and to talk,

It was her shocked and furious mother,

She insisted I was very dangerous,

Because I had almost killed my badly bruised childhood love,

It didn’t matter what they were saying,

What their verdict was,

I learnt to leave mundane pavement,

I learnt to get higher,

Using my will and the strength of my wrath.

 

PS. Merry Christmas to Everyone! It’s grown-up kids’ celebration.