Here’s the party tonight!
One closed door
some stolen glances
from behind that green curtain
playful knocks on my door
where has gone my door bell’s rope?
Curious eyes dilated at the sight
chirping of little ones
shrill shrieks filled with delight
mouths filled with cake and fries
white cream over all the faces
tumblers of coloured drinks in every hand
giggles and laughters for reasons unknown
feet tapping to the latest tunes
long hair swooning with swirling skirts
shiny jackets and gelled pointed hair
little gentlemen and pink white fairies
do I see future or have I reached past?
Every eye I look into resembles mine
every hand that shake mine is warm enough
every smile I return comes back with laughter
oh! what a bliss to be here
I forget me I forget my chores
I forget to bring a gift
but I get one in return
I am carrying so many hearts
my own has become one big huge bag!
I also want to carry so many hearts
…definitely a night without end at a party we tend to be into all through our life…and that which also smacks off that detached perception which one seldom try to harbour …
…it is this intensity of not getting involved that leads us to green curtain, through the door knocks and non existing door bell’s rope…which otherwise would have been handy with which to break the nonchalance in which we find ourselves finding it hard even to know that we are there…
…nonetheless why should there be a need to get away from anything which we have as a matter of fact…
…simply put…to appreciate the fun which we are yet to explore not missing upon anything…and those who get to see everything always easily walk away…I am carrying so many hearts,my own has become one big huge bag …No Match to this detailing that gets etched really deep upon our perception…
…I tried hard Dearie to sound more critical…but … but…it has all been only music to the years … 🙂
…read ‘ears’ instead of ‘years’…in the last line…
Nice words. Sound good not reading but felt at heart too. 🙂
beautiful prit…..Even I was also enjoying this party while reading it…..
very nice..pritpal ji..i think…We celebrate everything. Celebration is our way to receive all the gifts from God. Life is his gift, death is his gift; the body is his gift, the soul is his gift. We celebrate everything. We love the body, we love the soul.
May your overflowing bag create some more room to keep my loving heart too.
Merry Christmas… Pritpal
merry xmas
Prit….as beautifully penned as ever….
i was a part of this party n wish to continue here with the same love n compassion till the last breath of my life….with all the beautiful hearts we have carried all through…..
@prateek….i feel you are a genius in responding to the creative works of an artist…cherry on a cake….well done n keep it up….
…thnx Mini for being generous wth ur observation and obliging wth ur esteemed critique … tht is motivating 🙂