Laughter keeps us going
the lighter side of life
takes us through in a swing
forget we the strains of strife
laugh we at each other
not once or twice
all through with a romantic ardour.
The wedding at an age young
both of us in college
bitten by the unusual strung
a dependence on the verge
a way out from the regular
one day opted to dine out for a change
an act of courage rather.
With little money in the pocket
meekly made into a five star hotel
ordered a few in a speed of a rocket
our eyes met with a mischievous twinkle
I touched my hand bag as though it is a locket
a nervousness shot up.
Had a sip of the corn soup in fear
minced the naan slowly in bits
both of us felt queer
ate the food without a word
finished it grumpily being not our self
a time of apprehension.
Came the bill at last
butterflies were flying high and low
with a shiver read it fast
the spirit came back with a flow
the amount very much fitted the purse
both of us broke down with a laughter.
Hurrah! cried my husband in glee
he paid the amount with dignity
returned home with the mind all free
the happiness did not last long
as I revisited the bill with diligence
a feel so much for so little.
Again the mind started to nag
being the author of the dilemma
I smelt a conspiracy behind, a snag
the hotel has charged us more I cried
much to the chagrin of my husband
a quarrel started.
That being the tempo of our life always
a fight, a shout, throwing tantrums
a swear, a curse and finally a treaty of peace
signed or unsigned you might question
it was more than that in truth
a pact for decades.
This could be a sample of our life
many more serious ventures
have pushed us to take the knife
we looked daggers at each other for a time
came then an episode in a lighter vein
insinuated us to hold hands.
One being that of a project commercial
tried our best to make it a success
being not backed by funds at the stage initial
it suffered and turned otherwise
he blamed me and I blamed him
a commotion unbearable.
Financial difficulties crushed us a little long
he tried to sell it at once
I protested and continued it a little long
finally unable to bear his harshness I agreed
sarcastic he was as he said the words
“trying to get an old woman married”.
I became furious at first
enraged I shouted at him with all the might
few days after relished the test
the humour in it made me laugh for a while
I switched over to my original cherubic status
accepted it as a sarcastic humour as such.
Life is an entanglement as much
the husband and wife not only tie the knot
they have to face and cross over as such
if fun and frolic takes up the slot
we could reach the sky with an ease
nothing is intangible.
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