Toys

Dear One,

Isn't it Time,

To Throw away those silly toys

and give up all that running?

Can you really enjoy

This sweet slow dance

with all the Baggage

you're holding onto?

Stop acting like

that sweet old woman

I saw last week

on Hotel Street

Saving her precious Junk

for that grand occasion

when God himself

finally finds some time

to quietly sit down

and share a shot of cheap rum

with her.

You have already arrived

at the Palace Gate,

and you are holding the Golden ticket,

You could

go inside

Right Now

and

Embrace

your own Beloved.

She has set a Grand Banquet

just for you,

with Everything you ever desired

or even dreamed of,

and yet,

Standing outside...

by the entry,

like a stubborn, fussy child

You pout,

crying and complaining,

Pulling on

Your own beautiful hair

lost in that wild, foolish imagination...

Oh Sweet One,

The Divine Music has started playing,

Can't you hear that Incredible Sound?
Now,

Step Inside Her Palace

Come,

Come and Dance!

Narayan