Cris-cross Jindagi

Now, pick me up you said,

I chose to walk down instead, 

and you went about your way. 

Marriages are heaven-made. 

 

When did we meet first, 

do you recall? 

Our birth-days match, 

so do lives over all. 

 

My Aai-baba 

are your in-laws, 

as I hear your Ma 

has the same claws. 

 

I mix with your family, 

you do as much, 

My share of sweets you munch, 

and burp contentedly. 

 

Your old baba drives 

his scooter around, 

much to our dismay, 

your Mummy wears bandages round, 

what do I say? 

 

You return after nursing your Baba,

your Aai's eyes have circles dark purple, 

we exchange our views, 

time, world, and all the life's hues. 

 

Cris-cross jindagi, 

we meet to share the vibe, 

I hold your hand, 

you tug on my life.