On Papu's Birthday....

First Love

I saw you the other day strolling into the classroom

All I did see was a girl with long locks chirping away

A sudden urge to ask – Hey, will you be mine

Send a messenger who returned with a bad line.

The days I tried to steal a glance

And changed my path to cross you by

All this I tried just to hint a smile

As I moved away to the floor above

A year vanished and you changed your mind

I was timed to make that first of many calls

Then started the beautiful saga of love

Love strengthened with every ounce of time

Spoke for hours learning expressions of love

With every word the love grew beyond

All we did was to wait for that next time

When we can share those moments apart

We fought and made up for the umpteenth time

All in the name of that strong bond we love

She earned a spot away from me and home

And rode away alone to build her Rome

Distance between us but never away

We loved even more with lives apart

And came the time to live our life

The way we loved in our PURI days

Had each other to be loved and cared

Home and time, together we shared

Would like to live those moments again

For it was bliss till the moment I left

She followed me around to corners unknown

Hiding a smile within and wearing a frown

Letting me know she will be forever my own

And promising to trek along to every dusty town

Together we are today some years gone

Came the day she was born twenty seven years on

I didn’t sing her a song or buy her a gown

Wished her from far and heard her drown

Couldn’t be by her to wipe her tear

And to tell her, I am here forever near

To whisper in her ear “I love you dear”

Will be with her this day every year

Come December we shall be hitched

Memorable start to our young love etched

Together we thread the miles stretched

To write a fairytale love story to be sketched

Want you to know that u r my world

And without you I have nowhere to head

All I have is you and your love to hold on

Hand in hand we shall walk into sundown.

Sudanized

Sudan times

Hey, you are flying to Sudan tomorrow, declares my boss.

But sir, my home is here, I belong here, was my reply.

Had been through the pain of being away from my folks,

This meant, the pain I knew will wield its black sword.

How long will I be away from my folks, I wished to ask.

How long is the engagement, is all that I did ask.

Buddy, it is for a month and no longer, he said

And I knew, the month will be longer than a lifetime.

Ascended hoping I will ring the doorbell to my home in a month.

Facebook teased me, asking me my current location.

Reluctant, I persisted and told myself nothing has changed

Not knowing that fate had unapproved plans laid out.

The month closed in and my boss called in,

Buddy, we have to extend your stay, are you OK?

Nope, I have to blow a kiss to my love I miss, I wished to say.

Yes and an agonizing OK, is all that I did say.

Little did I see what was coming my way?

Retired to the fact that I am here to stay,

I knew I had to survive March, April and May.

The summer with no one along to play.

A thought crossed my mind, one in a myriad.

Should open up to the idea of living it up in Sudan,

Decided to make the hot summer merry n more

And take home something to remember Sudan by.

Desperate for company, head out hunting for friends.

Realizing, they are not easy to spot and befriend.

Stumbled upon a group of mixed expressions,

Them, I grew up to consider my conquest of friends.  

 

Life took a turn and smiling faces J kept rolling in,

Buzzing with energy and conversations over cups of coffee,

German guest house, dine outs and the Late night movies,

Football with kids and badminton amidst summer heat.

Generous kinds I met made the mistake of feeding me once.

Followed by invites to warm dinners fed with unlimited love.

Flooded with euphoria and friends who made me belong

And we floated into the orange Nile sunset with a song. 

Time is upon me to go back home to my mom n love.

Wished for something to remember Sudan by,

Got a phase to cherish and memories to live by,

Erasing the Sudan I would have lived to regret otherwise.

As cliché as it might be, I will miss this time and glee,

But for my mighty army of friends, it would not be thee.

Promising to stay in touch however far we may be,

Waiting to be home where my heart has always been.

Hope not to be missed and you will never let me,

As what is life with no friends to bug me? J

 

Cheers to our friendship and the good times we shared

And this land I will fondly remember with friends I shared.  

Keep bugging; Keep smiling; be nice and keep it simple.