In Conversation

It all began long back,
Back when you were just a tiny speck in my womb,
You listened to all my worries, my complaints, anxieties and happy news,
One day you thought of replying back and I felt your kicks,
It became a routine between us to talk during our secret hours,
When no one could hear what we shared as a team,
Happy days, peaceful nights, and You and I in my dreams.

Time passed by and you entered our lives.
Hugs, kisses, cuddling and what not,
But you dint utter a word for long.
On your Daddy's Birthday, the world saw you talking to a balloon.
It became your partner day and night,
Happy winters saw your intent eyes fixed on the orange oval all the time,
Deep in thoughts, what you conversed with that balloon shall remain a secret.

Summers brought the fan to the limelight,
And You shifted your grace too soon.
So while your body was thoroughly massaged,
I sang too many songs for you,
You spoke, not with me, but to the fan.

Teddys were not far away.
A pink fluffy one caught your enthusiastic gaze and bang!
It is now the best buddy, your confidante, your favourite play pal.

I looked at you with wandering eyes,
waiting to go back to our own secret days, when we shared the world between us.
And then it came, the moment most indelible.
You chose an auspicious time to have our little tête-à-tête,
thus, began our four a.m. conversations...