You wanted an answer, Ma?

He be the drizzle during the springs, ma
~ moistening the hair let loose over my shoulder with tiny specks of dew
He be the color-maker of my summer evenings
~ the painter of pretty crimson to the cloud-brushed skies of the sunsets
He be the flame of the forest, ma ~ the bright red in the road-side Gulmohars
He be the wind that maketh the autumn leaves fall on the path i tread
He be as vivid as autumn in the Alps ~ as vivid as autumn in the Birch
He be my wintersmith ~ the careful crafter of the crisp fresh snowflakes every winter fall

He be a magician, ma,
who will tricketh me into sleep
pulling me into his arms
every night
hushing into my left ear
Abracadabracadas.

***

purrhaps.purrhaps.purrhaps

She hiccoughs them ~ the purrhapses.
You and I should agree that her controlled hiccoughs makes them sound lovely.
You and I should agree that no man will not not-fall for a girl who'll sing this to him at 15:36hrs.
If not upon anything else, you and I should agree to lovve the way she sings the 'lovve me's. (With an extra letter, does it make you flinch any lesser? No, no? and does it make me flinch any lesser? No! but, all the lovvers will hate us to have wronged their fillintheblanks and four lettered dashes ____ and atleast forty bollyWood loveSongs)





We could agree upon elsethings too. Only if you will shun your gentlemanliness and unleash the samewordminusthegentleness. Purrhaps.


We'll end it with another purr. A softer one ~ purr haps.