The Birthday Party

The Birthday Party

A Poem by Trailblazer
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How things went on the occasion of my birthday...2018

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10:30 p.m and the clock ticked
I wonder where she was
Worry and sadness
Were my only thoughts..

I bade her good night
I wished for the best
The thought didn't occur
That i did await a fest.

12 am finally it was
And the cell flashed her name
Oh that feeling you bet
Set this heart on flames.

The flavour added to the surprise
When others came along
I felt amazed and happy
At their welcome song.

We talked about the day
We talked about literature
This,, folks
Are their best features.

The birthday i thought
Was just gonna be with Plath and Albee ,
The phone rang again
She asked if i was free..

She was in the market
And the excuses were damn cute,
The sweet voice intrigued me
And there was no chance to refuse.

I came to the bazaar
All in ecstatic waves
The realization should have come earlier
Damn ! I should have shaved .


Pretty as a picture she was
When i did appear,
A surprise was followed by another
When i saw others came to cheer.

Though i wouldn't have wanted
But they brought a cake ,
A gift along with it
And they never ceased to amaze.

This never happened before
The cake cutting ceremony,
The blow of candles
I loved it honey :)

We scrolled around next
What was there to eat,
I would have eaten anything
Coz this feeling! Nobody could beat.

The discussions were funny
The food was good,
And the photos did add
To the very elevated mood.

The terrace didn't matter
As we had our company,
It really is a privilege
To be loved by so many.

A Thank you isn't enough
For making the day auspicious ,
You guys are part and parcels
And metaphorically delicious.

Thank you...it meant a lot..Love u all...😊
















© 2018 Trailblazer


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Added on May 28, 2018
Last Updated on May 28, 2018

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Trailblazer
Trailblazer

Pithoragarh, Uttarakhand, India



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