Prelude To A Kiss.... Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

There’s my front door..that’s my black gate
I hate to control my emotions too late
Call it wasteful..if you like to wait
Let me take out the keys..just wait..
Ah! there you see that picture..that’s me
And that thing on the wall is my Colour TV
I have a red book it has a few lines
Do take a look at it, and do taste the wine..
Oh! Cheers! Lets clang our goblets..I got it from Spain
Oh let me shut the windows.. it’s coming to rain
Music..Music my cutie pie..what’s that smile in your eyes
Dance lissome lady.. rhythm never tells lies..
Now just see the way I hold you, your lovely buckled waist
Oh! Hell I had some cheddar cheese..just for you to taste..
How you hold my shoulders..How you sweetly you gave that wink
But let me tell you look too good in that shocking pink
Let me get the lights to dim..it’s too flashy for the eyes..
See..as I just told you..I have never won a prize..
Now that’s my bedroom..there’s that lonely pillow..
That’s my cricket bat..made from English Willow..
That’s Britney..That’s Shakira..wow just look at the chest..
Of Rocky Stallone Balboa..isn’t he the best..
Now don’t call me a brat..you know I’m just like that
Ah! there is good old Clint..with his famous cowboy hat..
Now you look all transfixed right into my eyes..
How many times I told you..my eyes don't disguise..
But you’re beautiful..you’re beautiful..the James Blunt way
Let me try to “Fix You” the Coldplay’s way..
But I like Pink Floyd and you like Doris Day..
How about her CD on your next Birthday?
Very Very funny..that’s all you had to say..
Those pots in the corner..made from pure clay..
No! No! just chill..my little deary..don’t fume at me
But you look too oomph! ..in all that fury..
Don’t you think you’re hungry..? wan’t a grab to eat..?
Sandwiches for you my deary! ..the great “Mumbaiya” treat..
Now there’s that yellow butter..spread it on the bread..
See those ripe tomatoes..deliciously red..
Let me take a bite..the other side’s for you..
Oh! I didn’t see your eyeliner..wow! Indigo Blue!
Take a sip of that fizz..I hate to drink beer..
Here...come closer to me..come that bit more near
That’s the secret of success..the cookery book..
And to complete it all you may just kiss the cook..
So don’t stand there bewildered with your fearless fairy look..
That’s how they do in France...it’s easy dear.
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