Dedicated to my loving Grandparents
to whom I owe all my childhood laughter.

W.J

Index

Page....Content

9.........Childhood Games
13........What I Am
15........Let The Romance Begin
17........The New Morn
19........What You Are
21........Passion Sweet
23........Let's Bake A Cake
25........Annotations

BOOKS BY WARDHA JAWDAT

Poetry

Shades of Grey
Known Stranger
Sweet Treats

Fiction & Short Stories

A Summer in Black
Writing by Numbers
Life: The Final Seconds
Kat & Sable
Enchanted Lake

Childhood Games

Those childhood games we played,
Those afternoons spent in twiddling thumbs,
Those evenings when we roped in the adults,
And click clacked the ludo dice.


Oh that carromboard!
Witness, of such harmless vice,
As petty cheats,
And grand threats,
Of annihilation, upon the next strike.


Those childhood games we played,
Can still be purchased, I'm amazed,
To remind me of that same sweet scent
Of summer jasmine flower, mixed with spice


Upon fresh cut guava's; and bittersweet delights,
Of "gol gappay" and hot "jalebi" tangles,
Which still fascinate me in their architecture,
And make me that same carefree child,
Running about the courtyard with sweet, sticky fingers.


Ah those childhood games,
And funnier even, the childhood names,
We called each other just out of passionate hate,
Which vaporised as swiftly as ether in May,
So harmless it all was, so undo-able, so plain,
Uncomplicated, and so simply inane.


I miss those days.
When the words one said could be taken back,
And the harm done,
could also be done away.


Ah! Those childhood games,
So different from the ones we now play,
Where nothings real, not even the hate,
And we're all just apathetically insane.


Where we choose to live within the game,
Where we do it all, without even a care,
That unshed tears lie glistening in the eye
And that this defeat, this cheat,
This roll of the dice,
Could kill, could disillusion,
Could maim in a thrice.


Yes, I miss those childhood games,
After which,
Sleep came easily at night,
And we all slept,
With a smile.
Knowing, all would be forgotten,
And forgiven,
And that, next morning,
All would be alright.


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What I Am

I am like wine,
dark in the eye,
mysterious in brew,
rich in aroma,
and blood-red in hue.


I am like wine,
spiced with lime,
sweetened by time,
and aged lovingly,
in warm clime.


I am like wine,
warming body and mind,
setting flames alight,
in your pulse
and your eye.
I am like wine,
I entice, I delight.


I am like wine,
I whet the appetite.


I am like wine,
I drown, I ignite.


I am like wine,
With age, I refine.


*

Let The Romance Begin

Let's run away, you and I,
Cheat life and give adventure a try.
The romance that is so elusive,
Let's go on a quest
Search, and recapture it!


I want to fly upon your wings;
The kind they say,
True love often brings.
I want to delight in that first confession,
Scream your name in the throes of passion,
See in your eyes my own reflection,
Hear you whisper, "You are absolute perfection."


The dreamy softness that spent love brings,
The gentle nuzzling of a lover's warm skin,
I want to feel it all and sway,
Want memories of pain to slip away,
Come! Let's fall in love once again.


Let our hearts soar free, our spirits sing
Let the romance awaken, rekindle, rebegin!


*

The New Morn

I wake up to see the
Crack of dawn,
And the horizon
Births a new day .
The sun,
Warm, pink, mute,
Slips above the horizon,
Cloaked, in a velvety cape
Of deep reds and fruity oranges.


The steam genie,
From my coffee,
Floats mesmerised, against the vaporising
Indigo of a sleepy night ,gathering up it's
Bejewelled gown and climbing up the
Staircase to the loft of the north.
I forget to sip my coffee,
Enthralled, captivated, awed,
Into numbed respect.


Is there a beauty more pure,
An art more perfect,
Colors so fluent,
As to be individually united,
Into one crystal diamond,
And make a fairy tale
Out of every morn?


*

What You Are

You smell like Tangerine:
Wild, mouthwateringly, sweetly-sour.


You look like Mint:
Crisp, fresh, exuding vitality.


Your eyes are honey brown
And just as richly deep.
I feel, truly beautiful,
That's the way you look at me.
It's like you're sketching me,
Upon the canvas of your mind.
Like you're feeding your famished spirit,
Upon the manna of mine.


I have never found a better mirror,
Than the tiny reflection in your eye,
It is never pale,
Never faltering.


Forever perfect,
Forever divine.


*

Passion Sweet

My passion be not mints nor chews,
My passion be chocolate rich and deep;
The kind you find upon a cake,
Melting, slipping,
seductively away.


The kind layered between a sponge,
The kind left lingering upon the thumb,
The kind you lick off your fingertips,
The way a child will a lollystick.


My passion is that chocolate treat,
Wrapped in purple in Quality Street,
I delight in the hazel nut,
Nestled like a pearl within its heart.


Yes,
I delight in all things chocolate
Cakes, doughnuts, candies, cupcakes.
My woes, my tears, my sadness do flee,
When my passion sweet does find me.


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Let's Bake A Cake

Come into my kitchen, my love,
Let's light a fire,
And stoke the stove,
Let's come together before my grandma's book,
And collect all things sweet and good.

Let's create love out of dough,
And add vanilla drops to fragrance it through.
I'll hand you a sieve,
You hand me cocoa,
Together, let's bring alive this home,
With tendrils of aroma
And soul of hope.

Come, my love!
Let's in each other, delight,
Let's bake a chocolate cake,
And celebrate 'us' tonight

Annotations

p9:

Childhood Games

Ludo

:
A board game played by a maximum of four players.

Carromboard

:
A large square wooden board placed on a smaller square table and played by a maximum of four players. The aim is to shoot any of two colored discs into four pockets placed in the four corners of the board, somewhat like snooker.

Gol-Gappay:
A dish prepared generally for tea time. Primarily consisting of small hollow dumplings which are then filled with sweetish sour sauce and eaten.


Jalebi:
Delicious sweet treats made from a mixture of all purpose flour, rice flour and curd which is then filled in an icing cone to create chain like tangles in hot oil and fried.After that they are dipped in sweet syrup so that they become these wonderful warm sweet dripping treats everyone loves!


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