Poetry

Clandestine Fun

Just  lock  a  room,

Forbid  people  a  peek

There  will  be  a  throng

To, stealthily  sneak

Adventure  and  curiosity

have  their  own  charm,

Our  favorite   game,

Remember,

Is, often, hide  and  seek

We  do  something  upfront

That  is  fine

But  pleasure  is  enhanced

With  anything  clandestine

It  may  be  bad  sometimes

But  often  it’s  caused  by

Our  naughty  streak

Go  down

The  memory  lane

Sermons  were

In  vain

Sweetest  fruits  were

Stolen  ones

Raw  or  ripe, made

Difference  none

All  that  mattered  was

A  happy  shriek

Then  the  chrysalis

Turned  butterfly

Ready  for  social  norms

To  defy

Backyard, terrace,

Deserted  nook,

Where  the  tryst with

Beloved  took,

Whispering  endless

Sweet  nothings

Flying  away  on

Fancy’s  wings

Oh  those  joyous

Halcyon  days

Clandestine

Romantic  ways

Of  those  secrets

We  never  speak

Giving  respite  from

Every  day  grind

Roguish  memories

Make  us  smile

Many  blunders  and

Gaffes  we  did

Do  not  think

Those  were  futile

They  made

Our  drab  life  spicy

Kept  us  away

From  boredom

All  the  while

Even  today,

With  twinkle

In  my  eyes

I’d  cherish  them

Tongue  in  cheek

Love  fun  and frolic

With  mischievous  tweak

                                       ~Sudha  Dixit

                                           Bangalore, India

 

One Comment

  1. An activity whatever
    Done behind the curtains
    During childhood days
    Bent purely on fun and joy
    To the total exclusion of harm
    With an overplay of anxiety
    Well within the admissible limit!