Kids after marriage are going to be our angels,
Rightly inspiring us to make meet the ends,
Inspire us they will in days and even in the nights,
Pacify us both they will in the harsher of times,
It is going to be inspirational enough for us,
Joint efforts would be needed to be put in their brought up,
In your love and kindness I do believe wholeheartedly.

Adding up to our joy in our lives they will be,
No grief is ever going to be great enough with them,
Destroying all our problems will they always be.

Microseconds of togetherness will be remembered,
E**xaltation we will get serving & teaching them hand in hand.

Listen to me now, oh my cup-bearer,
Help me with the wine tonight please.

Pour some wine in my empty flask,
Be that bit lavish and not stringent.

The flask gets emptied again & again,
But it is helping me forget all the pain.

Don't ask if enough and keep pouring,
Wine or whiskey it won't be mattering.

It's your face that I am taken to darling,
I remember you are the very same angel.

Hic-hic

You're my very own life, oh cup-bearer,
I now recall that this is our own house.

I trace my trembling fingers on your face,
It's blurry I feel but still I can see your eyes.

Now I am finished with binge drinking,
Would you not help me to the bathroom?

Here you help me take a luxurious bath,
You help me bathe and I love your touch.

Soft & kind you are just like your name,
Zealous management of my shaky body.

You say, "Again I won't help you with it,"
I reply, "I will drink -hic- from your eyes."

You are blushing to a brilliant purple red,
And it is all signs that you like my words.

After splashing my face with cool water,
To our bedroom you support me lovingly.

Here it is that you help me into the pillow,
Now even you come lie down beside me.

And you sing me the 'Whiskey Lullaby',
Lightly you brush soft hands on my eyes.

"It's not for sale,
You can't buy my love."

Then I replied,
"But I can trade it for love."*

Gladly enough,
She agreed & gave in to my touch.

This is a sweet reminder,
That the best is still to come,
Our relationship can only shine.

Such is our favourite game,
Love is its beautiful name...
We both like this game of love,
As both of us have nothing to lose,
I stole your heart and you won mine,
So it is a win-win situation in the end...

Childish with her at times,
I laugh at my own poor jokes,
But she says ever so kindly,
"I love it that your laugh is funnier than the joke."
Soon after I look into her watery eyes,
I forget what the joke was,
And I join my bass tone in her melodic laughter.

Young heart mechanized to toil hard,
Dig deeper and deeper, and deeper,
Into the books her eyes are settled,
Climbs unto her brain what she reads,
Perhaps to her nerves is getting the creeper,
Her young fickle heart finds it harder,
Not concentrating on random distractions,
Yes she keeps herself on her studies,
And I trust she'll make board exams look easy,
Because her name is Life.

I have to keep my desires low,
Or they may all get shattered.

They may collide the stars up above,
And pieces of my hopes may remain.

I must just keep my expectations nil,
For no one can ever fulfil any of them.

Stop worrying I should 'coz you are not at all a toddler,
But careful you must be as you are a gorgeous teenager.

But this love I feel for you shall never reach an end,
We will always be happy and just need perseverance.

Tale told to me by dear time,
It is an incredibly short story,
For it dictates my destiny.