FLIGHTS FROM MY TERRACE 

My times on the terrace

I always cherish,

Here I do not race

But am relaxed taking all at a small pace.

I feel the breeze,

Hear the neighbourhood dog sneeze,

I sing with the trees,

Play hide and seek with the bees.

I peep into the neighbouring house,

The wife in the kitchen in a sexy blouse

Glancing shyly at her handsome spouse,

 His advances she cleverly does chouse.

Sleepy school children

Walk by with heavy bags laden,

The svelte maiden 

In the park, the old men's haven.

I fly on many a birds' wings,

To states and kingdoms of kings,

Travelling from winter into spring,

Touching the sunrays glittering.

I sit on the cotton clouds,

Singing in joy aloud,

Amidst the heavenly crowd,

My heart unbound.

I stop by to hug the pup,

Give the naughty boy a snub,

Help granny with her morning cup,

Smiling at the buttercups.

The flights of fancy take me far and away, 

Over the blue oceans, seas and bays,

Singing and dancing as musics play,

But the daily responsibilities do not let me stay.

I climb down the flight of stairs,

To two smirking pair

of eyes that leer,

The mirror that mischievously stares.

I ignore

And open the doors

To the world I adore

From my terrace floor.

©Madhumita

Title credit: Dr Santosh Bakaya's book of the same name