The “Happy Hour” Margaritas & Mojitos: A Happy World Poetry Day.

Over dinner at the restaurant, at its ‘Happy Hour’,

we were jubilant to say the least – on Margaritas:

At a price of two we got four – ordered four more,

yet cointreau, lime juice, Tequila – a perfect mix.

 

Dislodging slices of lemon, from the glasses rim –

tasting salt on it, we gently squeeze lime juice in:

ingredients shaken well with ice, tingles tongues

spiced up with prawns, lamb, also fish n chips. 

 

Our conversation light with drizzles of sadness –

to thaw frozen hearts it takes not many cocktails: 

Stirring your soul where the past is a hurricane –

like lava hurt melts overflowing a brim of reason. 

 

Night after we return for the ‘Happy Hour’ bonus –

they run out of cointreau to our disenchantment,

but as wells of sadness haven’t yet exhausted, 

to infuse in it joy we opt for eight Mojitos instead.

 

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HIDE N SEEK

Waves softly breaking on the Sea Shore,

Feeling the cool sand between my toes

Sitting in the full moon’s orange glow

Silently I wondered on life once more

 

Another year has briskly gone by

Like quick sand in a dessert night

Pulling me into the depths of time

My head barely out of the earth’s line

 

Ever since a little girl I was

Excited when my birthday came along

Knowing the next year would  be

Closer to the finish of life’s marathon

 

Now with the completion of a lap

When my birthday comes back

The fatigue I invariably shirk away

Like a girl again to enjoy the day

 

Lost in thought while I was

The glowing moon just disappeared

Looking up when I could not see

Dejection came creeping into me

 

Closing my eyes I made a wish

Opening them the wish fulfilled

The moon was in its glorious glow

Peeking at me with the clouds below

 

Hide n Seek playing with me

Skirting in and out of the clouds merrily

Like happiness has always been

Playing Blind Mans Buff with me

 

I closed my eyes again, wondering

Would the moon be there once again?

If I opened my eyes to see – It was,

Its magnificent glow on the shimmering sea

 

After a hiatus when the moon peeks

It illuminates the world beautifully

Happiness after a break when it comes

Likewise – fills my life magnanimously