Poetry

Stolen Moments

A Date With Myself

Few stolen moments of bliss Ferry me into an ecstatic oasis I am home alone and I date myself Lounging on a cozy chaise Hot chocolate, kindle-reader, are my comrades

Drops of the rain, gently kissing the windowpane pitter-patter pitter-patter, a musical melody of nature

In this span of leisure, I am my own amour Dancing to the rhythm of a perfect ardor I hold my cup tight, kiss it with my lips Its warmth I relish, sip by sip

My kindle flickers a passionate gaze The last page I touched left me to amaze I pick it up, and offer myself to get lost in the blaze This intimate rendezvous I silently praise

Rain, hot-chocolate, kindle-reader, and home-alone!

Mind relieved from the rigmarole of responsibilities I stilly absorb these balmy trinkets of tranquilities Just being in the moment, mindfulness I endorse Rejuvenating in the power of a pause

I will not hold tight these halcyon days and let them go in all my grace Then busy me in the life’s race And cherish the nostalgia of the momentary utopia

Stolen moments from life’s jargon Amplify a perfect paragon Of the momentousness of little celebrations marred by life’s tribulations

Will dance, while the music play And enjoy my date with myself today Then revel in the reminiscence Until the stolen moments, next fall my way

Rain, hot-chocolate, kindle-reader, and home-alone

I wrote this poem today as I am home alone and just thought of enjoying my company, accompanied with a hot chocolate and reading a book by the window side as a deluge of rain plays the perfect natural music.

I believe some alone me-time invigorates us. Once in a while, we must steal some moments to date ourselves.