I asked her to tone a little
but she never listen like always
take my clumsy feet to
munch the lays I kept hidden
in my secret attic.
Because of her my refrigerator
wasn't safe anymore.
Full of slyness savage glutton.
Sometimes I felt like prodding
her like a birthday balloon.
And maybe clap twice with
pure harmony of winning over.
"I doubt it! you really my well-wisher
you certainly don't act like one."
"It felt more like you wanna turn
me into an ugly pumpkin in
the race of ladies fingers and
extraordinarily slim drumstick."
"When it's about burning calories
you become the laziest sloth but
look at you now so damn energized
with a rabbit like excitement."
"This is no time for stuffing
yourself with all those junks."
"You don't understand sweetheart
it's called midnight craving and
please don't call them junks
they are actually the flavour of life."
"Put your monky diet rules aside
for sometime and come join me."
If I tell her to stay still
and let me rest a little she'll
do exactly the opposite.
Sway sheepishly and at the same
time wanted to disobey me more.
Vagrantly wonder around
like a deaf wayfarer who was
Intentionally lost but not at all
vulnerable it looks more like
having a good time being lost.
"Why haven't you slept yet?"
I groan inwardly,
"Coz someone kept me busy
With her stupid sensational stroll."
"And also dare to ask me why
I wasn't in bed how could you
be this shameless."
"I'm so damn tired and dying to
spreadeagle on my bed."
"But it's only possible if
her majesty grace me some
benevolence and grant me
my precious slumber which I
lost a while ago because of some
tyrant sly silhouette."
"Okay I got it! my mistake now
stop being sarcastic and take
your slothful ass to bed
before you get wasted right here.
All though you hate me right now
but I love you to the stars and back.
Sweet dream sweetheart."
