Sorry Love, You Come Second!!

Your head, near my throat.

Do you want me to speak your thoughts?!

I am as exhausted as you!

But is that why I understand

All that you don't make an effort

To put in the right words?

Do your ears that stay long near my heart

Hear beyond the beats?

You crawl between my bosoms,

And I kiss between your brows -

A routine that never loses its spirit.

That mole on your skin,

I try rubbing it off when you sleep

But it wouldn't go.

It's as stubborn as the memory of the moment

When my eyes first fell on you!

I softly place a kiss on it

And you cling tighter!

The kiss curls trouble your nose,

You don't bother though.

I wish I could sleep as undisturbed as you.

I gently try to put you on the literal bed

As I learn you only prefer me.

I ask you to let me away

If you want your favourite potatoes for munching.

You now quickly jump away

And smile with half closed eyes -

That smile full of innocence,

The world is all time waiting to kill.

Envious of those dead potatoes

That grab more attention and love

Than the breathing me

I cut them in anger

And fry deeply

With a constant eye on the

Ever ticking clock.

I come to you again.

I stop for sometime,

Admiring your hairstrands that sway

In sink with the breeze,

Displaying your forehead intermittently.

I quickly place my knees on the bed

And come nearer to you

To let your overgrown blackstrands between my fingers.

My lips want your forehead desperately

But I resist as my mother's words echo within -

'You're not supposed to kiss somebody who's sleeping.'

As I step back,

I notice your tummy -

My favorite plaything -

That's only half visible

But quite big still.

Look what your love has done to you,

I ask you secretly

And remember having left them alone for long in the kitchen.

I quickly misplace the curtains

Making way for the mighty Sun

To wake you up.

Into the kitchen,

As I saute your love,

I recall you complaining

About the distress caused by another human the previous night

And wonder

"How can somebody not love you?!"

By the time the eatables get ready,

You come to the kitchen

Yawning and itching your eyes.

You pull down my bottom

Or hold tight my top

And try to continue your sleep.

The clock seems to be faster,

And I've to get you bathed.

Ain't I your everything,

Except for the potatoes?

As everyday kickstarts the same way,

And ends having seen the same

Little fights over and again,

One day you question me,

About my love for you.

How can you?

Wasn't showing enough?

Were you really sleeping

All the time when my heart

Spoke with you?

But put aside all the drama.

It's time I confess the truth.

You are my second love.

'Who's the first then?' you ask in anger.

As I bend down to whisper in your ears -

"Your father",

I see him standing tall and laughing with pride,

He who had childishly called you for a bet

In your father-son game.

"But why?" you ask me.

"You've no beard that prick

My cheeks when you kiss me"

I say and see you confused in tears.

I hold you dearly

And beat him.

Next time he asks for an angel,

Is the right time to say no and take the revenge,

For putting my love in tears,

I tell myself.