The Christmas Elation

In the fall of wild winter, I stare at the bed of snow

With a sip of Darjeeling tea,

It leaves me with tracks of thoughts

Of old Christmas Carols of love. 

30 years have passed by,

And the rhythm is no more aligned.

The serpentine roads don't play its music,

Imbibes me in its blank lyrics. 

Memories seem like gushing through the veins,

The essence of Fruit cake still lures my nostrils.

Gazing at the open valley of emotions

The reflection of my mum, as if she calls me for the dinner. 

The holy vacations have come,

And the Christmas decorations were yet to be done,

The tree was set and the turkey was roasted,

Then I realized it's the vanity of life. 

To the gateway of Frank Rose Cafe,

The old English Bakers in see,

Crying for a penny as people became junkies,

Hey, boy the cakes are no more authentic. 

The incense of wooden decor reminds of the olden days,

Me and my guys from school munch on a four cut classic Margherita

A diary and pen, a journey and a story I hunted for,

Never knew good old tales soon going to end. 

Cravings for black currant cheesecake,

Has always been a childhood delicacy,

And macaroons with cream of chocolate in it,

Enough to make my day happy. 

The Day was set and the table was prepared,

Sizzling turkey was put on decorations,

Good wind in the air that night and the hymns were sung by the candle lights.

With a glass of deep red Rhenish, I stand,

And we welcomed the holy tidings of Christmas.