A F0rTuiT0uS scRipT

A dream was doled out

cloaked in awe,

festooned with ribbons

of hope tied in bow.

Coy smiles topped with a sheepish ‘hi’

yarned a fib

in you and I.

 

Greetings dipped in flavoured hue;

palette splattered with

red, green, blue.

Day-by-day our names got etched

on benches we sat

and portraits we sketched.

Whispers, whims, wails and winks,

tears and chuckles

spilled in chinks.

 

Old snaps lie drenched with yen;

diaries chatter with ink in pen

of a glossy morrow

and perky tomorrow.

White coat and stetho-

both in place,

a rose in bun

and poise in pace.

 

A dream was doled out

cloaked in awe,

that now smells ripe,

rescued from raw.

So here I scribble my train of thoughts

with memories that ebb

and join the dots.