The perfect getaway

I woke up to the cool breeze,
To find him on the bed's crease.
The sun started to play on his face,
The air began to way down the place.
I mulled over this perfect holiday
Where technology is banned,
When we decided to pamper ourselves
Reviving our newly-wed plans.

After years of monotony,
We seem to blend in well.
But as we unwound for the day,
We found that the zing was truly dull.

Idea struck at once,
Packed our bags in a jiffy.
Sent our little angels to granny 's
And we to discover the perfect getaway.

Now, here I am, caressing his hair
Sipping hot caffeine while waiting for our order.
Breaking the fast, we hit the road
and ran until the guilt of our buttery morning got bored.
We headed back to our cottage,
Tempting to call and check on the juniors,
Refraining from the ban,
we cosied up to a sensuous plan.

Lunch beckoned, we were lazing still,
Finally got out to explore the little fishing town.
Ate at a small inn, and even had him buy me a gown.
The day passed by swiftly, we forgot our watches .
The sun's dance got over, setting into chilly wet prances.
The haven beckons yet again, the tired eyes wanted some sleep,
Only before we curled up to the fire, and sent our radar down the steep.


The couple of days were just enough,
We promised we'd do it again.
Real life calls again, but we couldn't stop grinning again and again.
The perfect getaway worked wonders,
With it revealing a newer us...
The feeling of euphoria still sweeps us,
Reckoning every solar revolution to make our new world rotations.

The female collar

She was born as an apple of papa’s eyes,

She was the princess of her mama’s smiles.

Nothing but the best suited her,

Be it knowledge, edge or even pamper.

She knew only the best,

Never ever looked unto rest.

She was given life’s test,

With utter triumph on papa’s chest.

She carried on life with the same zeal

as she would have done like a kid.

Carefully carving a niche for herself,

she quickly climbed the social-rung ladder.

Then her life turned for ever,

finding her prince charming in that papa’s choice.

He didn’t come on a horse or so,

but had the choice of foreign shores.

She decided to take a break,

from the hectic work she’d been doing.

She started dreaming

of the wonderful life she’d be spending.

Life did become busy,

with newer friends and newer places.

For sometime, she felt over the top,

and then she cried like a lost puppy.

She thought of reviving her lost charm,

and slowly toiled on it again.

This time,it was difficult.

They said, breaks aren’t too healthy.

Yet she tried on and on,

only to get what she aspired.

For a while, the past revived.

Was she happy, she was more than glad.

Those endless days,

Those crying nights,

She suddenly found not that bad.

Then came reckoning the stork.

Which was a pleasant surprise.

Confusingly, she embraced mommyhood

As her own mommy did.

When did we say life’s easy?

She had to decide between the cradle and her chair.

The female collar stubbornly clenched her wrist,

While the little fella still clung on to her fist.

She hung on, she survived.

only to make her days even more parched.

She ached for weekends,

or for a little break.

But as they said, breaks aren’t good.

she continued to wear the collar and even the "hood".

All female collars have similar stories,

Wondering why the male versions don’t.

They might have their own priorities,

But ask them to live a day as a woman,

They’ll understand the feminine curiosities.

For, life as a female is bundled with duties,

Like it or not, she does it with the same responsibilities.

The female collar needs no support

The female collar just needs a great salute.

PS : Dedicated to all those women out there, trying to balance work and home... especially to my personal fav, Shanti akka who's never known what rest means. I salute em all. :)