Sometimes, If Not Everyday

So what if it isn't a perfect knot,

It's such a special one, nevertheless,

The smell of your hair,

Your necklace getting stuck in my buttons,

As you tried to reach around my neck, 

The gingerly attempts when you got it mixed up

And the smile when you finally got it right, 

Would rub off on me long after.

Sometimes, do it again to me, again,

Pamper me sometimes, if not always!

So what if your fingers aren't strong,

So what if their touch may not wipe off the pain,

But their warm touch, 

Running through my head

Naughtily teasing my salt-and-pepper hair,

Returns the smile to the weary eyes,

And to my tired mind,

How it rings in fond memories 
Of lazy evenings, 

When I'd rest my head on your lap,
Can't you walk up to my bed, sometimes

Let your fingers do the magic again, 

Sometimes, if not every day!

So what if the moon and the stars,

Don't get your heart to miss a beat, 

So what if the soft breeze sweeping the clouds 

Mean little to you,

But the magic of your steaming ginger tea

Is no less intoxicating.

Why don't you just drag me to the balcony,

When the moon's flaunting its charm,

And the soft breeze, soothing for effect,

Why don't you try your charm,

Sometimes, if not every Friday!

The packing of my bags,

The reminding of my medicines,

The shoving of biscuit packets,

The buttoning up of my shirt,

The uncomfortable silence when it's time to part
Yet your eyes would give it away 

And you still thought you're not good at it.

Why don't you do it all the same,

So it makes me feel a little more wanted,

So that I take a bit of you along,

So that you stay close to me,

Even while you're not

Sometimes, 

If not every day!

© Sashikant Mohanty