Leave..

My bro is leaving soon, in 4 days... Wrote this for him, he's still unaware of it, will probably pass this to him at the airport. Hope that it is good enough, an old memory...

“Oh, papa is home!”

Cries out innocence,

Dashing from marinate stir-fry flavoured mommy kitchen,

Distant merriment in likeness of ingenuous ecstasy,

The healthy ol' coughing of Vespa sings.

Dances feet,

Sparkling shining gladden eyes,

Long of the belonged,

Out of 10, Happy Street.

Gone are the felicitous breeze,

Accompany the wildness of drunken sun,

Sweeping, setting in fulfilled hope fantasy.

Each note elaborated in your eyes,

The wonder of a gracefully orchestrated play,

And the grace in its wonders.

Hop in Victor too, amidst the sulking 'Kabi',

“Sorry, no more space, haha!”

That punchy little face stomps off loudly in huge little steps,

Wearing papa's super big Reebok shoey, proudly.

“Vrooom! Pop pop!!”

Goes the weathered scooter back into forgotten memories,

Standing in front of it all,

Welcoming the cool current and diving scenery.

And he, hugging papa’s waist tightly,

Being loved and revelling in its simple pleasance,

Smiling as three figures traverse plainly,

Parading up and down the familiar slope,

And back home always,

To family.