a little romance with life

The room is lit with yellow light The smell of food is dry and cold just a hint lingers in the air, The table sits in a corner with four chairs, all scattered about The plates dressed in an incomplete meal The spoons and forks begging to be cleaned And half empty glasses strewn about The three year old daughter and her parents have just finished a meal, A family that dines together. Weeks later, the table sits lonely The forks, spoons, glasses yearn to be with each other The yellow light hides in the ends of wires, in the dusty insides of the bulb; The family hasn't had dinner together in a while for he has started to cook his own meals.

There is one world that I know of The one that I see through the lens of my rose-tinted glasses Where I see puppies playing in the rain Jumping on the grass Wagging their tail Beautiful big eyes of a puppy making a puppy face; A world full of orange-black butterflies Dancing over the grass Fluttering their wings Inspiring many a poet to write. There is one world that I know of That I see through my rose-tinted lens And then there is another world Where I see a puppy eating a butterfly.

You give me the sweetest scent as I hide my face in the pillows The warmest warmth as I wrap my body around the rajai And in your calm quiet, my music finds new meaning. You give me warm food to dig my cold hands into You bring me hot kawah at night to heat my insides You give me Diwali days and bundles of ferry lights. You become my reason to ask for longer tighter hugs You give me excuses to hold hands And every year when you come to make the world cold You remind me to stay warm at heart. In return, I pretend to hug you when the wind passes me by And I close my eyes to listen if you’re trying to say ‘hi’ At night, I send you kisses through the sky. Welcome back to your fleeting affair Welcome home, winters.