Plush blue carpet, teak wood floor
Clear glass windows, little white door
Creamish peach couch, red cushions
Tea, cakes and tinge of magical infusion
Sunshine peekaboo’s behind the green leaves
Dew dries off, as he picks twigs of greens
Thick Harry Potter and cursed child commands
Drink my potion, do the famous trance
Nudge and grudge and constant lurk
Mommy’s rajma chawal, the usual perk
Armchair creaks, it’s rocking since dawn
It isn’t aware, the story’s unborn
Notorious little iPad asking to be picked
The last pale yellows still to be licked
Pending blog post, looming deadline
Someone get my cheese and wine
Wine is rich and fingers itch
The story seems to find its pitch
Typing fast, amidst thoughts minds delve
Signing off, as the clock strikes twelve
A faint “mommy, come here” beckon
It must be the telly, I reckon
Then a tight a bear hug, and sweet wet kiss,
Engulfs me as my dream I miss
The dream keeps coming back
For now it’s tucked in the rack
Wishful thinking burns bright
Some day it will surely see light
This post has been written for BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm.
There are so many things on our wish lists, and yet we often end up doing focusing our attentions on things that are completely random, and don’t figure into our goals! And maybe that’s the cause for wishful thinking!
Ah, my thoughts exactly! And knowing the story behind how you wrote the post, I love it even more.
Thanks for reading Jai, and thanks for the constant support. I adore you for following your heart, and wish some day I will follow mine as well 🙂