Twinkle, twinkle, sparkling star!

Tall, dark and handsome,
He twinkles from a distant sky;
Clouds, rains, mist in wholesome,
They fuzz him up tho’ she does try.

Every sparkling dark night she sees,
She counts his gazillion blessing;
Of those studs that ask her please,
Her knight she knows isn’t missing.

He conquers the cosmic dwellings,
He rocks her world and her universe;
If tormented by their misgivings,
He clasps her hand and allays her fears.

The story of this hero, his girl -
A short dream as you twist and curl;
Watch this saga, hear it first,
Before your heart begins to burst.

Many many little years away,
More than a couple of tiny decades away,
A big eyed baby kitten was born -
She nestled in a wrap she’d fondly worn.

She’d wail, she’d bawl, she’d cry,
She’d assure such joy in every eye!
And when she’d seen her first daylight,
Her hero’d stood there in such delight!

The man, the power:
Before who they’d all cower;
She met his eyes with her own,
A smile broke for him, she’d now known.

Tall, dark and wonderfully handsome,
He held his purring kitten in his strength;
Her first brush with a man so awesome,
She memorised this, to last her life’s length.

Smiling gently, whispering warmly,
He promised unknowingly:
“My blessed angel, hey you!
Through all my life, I will love you.

“Fun, love and happiness,
Peace, charm and success.
An immaculate life, so new, so true,
No man will ever be so good for you!”

She gurgled heartily and lit up his life;
He swelled with pride at the fruit of his strife.
Day by day, their joys grew beyond bounds;
Mom, Man and kitten went on gleeful rounds.

All was fine, so good, so new,
Nothing could ruin, tarnish or curse;
But a thunder, lightning many or few,
Could have meant a threat or worse.

Tall, dark and so handsome
But he lay in bed one spring morning;
Feeling low, gray and lonesome,
He saw the ominous, dark awning.

She’d purred, she’d laughed, she’d pleaded
Her man to seek her when she’d hidden.
He’d smiled, he’d waved, he’d promised
His girl he’d find her when she’s hidden.

Quickly she ran to her farthest farm,
Eager and excited, she reached her secret barn;
Proud, accomplished and giggling non-stop,
She’d known her man’d hardly find her pit stop.

Seconds, minutes and a few hours in,
Her giggles drowned in a loud din.
Suddenly scared, shuddering so afraid,
She doubled up to see what Dad had made.

“No, no my dear, he’s away for a bit,
He’ll come back again, keep your eyes lit.”
“But Mama, he said he’d find me there,
So I hid behind, you know where?”

“He’ll find you here, he’ll find you soon,
Now, look up the sky, don’t give that a miss;
He’s amongst the stars, the sun and moon
But before that all, he passed this kiss.

“Today, tomorrow and forever,
He’ll twinkle, shine and glow.
When in doubt, fear or just too unsure,
You know he’ll fix that here below.”

Tall, dark and handsome,
He twinkles from a distant sky;
Clouds, rains, mist in wholesome,
Beyond them all, he’s on a pedestal, mighty high!

Two years now, she’d seen him here,
Twenty seven years and he’s still so near;
Sparkling, shining, dazzling,
Living a destiny in the making.

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ranit
    Mar 23, 2011 @ 19:31:46

    this is so sweet sindhu…and something so similar in spirit to something i wrote some time ago from my recovery bed so i relate to this much more…keep writing…

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  2. Sindhu Kaushik
    Mar 23, 2011 @ 20:23:00

    Such kind words, Ranit :) This was a result of some great churning

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  3. Dilip Athreya
    Mar 24, 2011 @ 04:52:42

    O my God! its like a Bruhat Katha…..its Bruhath Kavithe!

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  4. Sindhu Kaushik
    Mar 24, 2011 @ 08:43:37

    Now, what is that supposed to mean? Is Bruhat a good thing or not?

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  5. Shravya
    Mar 24, 2011 @ 12:57:50

    Oh girl! I cried so much and am still crying! Lovely. Bitter-sweet :(

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    • Sindhu Kaushik
      Mar 25, 2011 @ 19:15:40

      awww! thanks so much, sweetie. it was extremely taxing for myself even. it was written after a sudden outburst, as i realised how time has flown. 27 years is a long time to live through with this sort of a reality.

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  6. Dilip Athreya
    Mar 25, 2011 @ 06:09:17

    Bruhat = good or bad depends on the Kavi’s imagination and play of words and meaning.

    To be honest and critical: In your case your style is very retro in terms of both the content and the form! Nothing a fresh except your feelings I guess!

    Let it keep flowing….and eventually it shall reach the shore, if at all there is poet in your and poetry for us to read!! :)

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  7. Dilip Athreya
    Mar 25, 2011 @ 06:10:59

    Corrrection*

    “….there is a poet in you…”

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  8. Sindhu Kaushik
    Mar 25, 2011 @ 09:25:40

    Yes, I am archaic and I celebrate tradition. I believe that if I can emulate the classics even minuscularly, I might begin to feel the breeze of those shores :)
    Thanks, Dilip. Your observations are valuable.

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