Impulsive and I never had it good,
Take it slow, plan thought I, also brood.
Impulsive and I born adversaries,
'Impulsive should be conspicuous by it's presence' - frame it in life's nitty gritties.
Life plays with me, it usually plays funny.
Much to my chagrin,
Life's universal game remains - 'that what you detest, that is what you inevitably confront',
You pay for everything here, all your sins.
Funny that life played,
Impulsive happened to be a trait in my better half, enough said!
The game dealt with, confronted everyday,
Ingrained - a submissive habit to lose the fray.
Funny it so happened for me,
Impulsive made my better half yearn for Rome to see - with me!
An insignia to memorialize one year of our wedlock,
Fondly accredited by us as deadlock.
Followed a pause...then a sense of rush..then a holler..
Book flights, book hotel rooms we'd even put up in a trawler.
Packed and done.
Our journey begun.
Dusk - tired and vexed stepped foot in Italy.
Strange! the surrounding took us back to home, was this hastiness silly?
Rancid moist air, small gullies, traffic jam packed,
Did we go to Italy? or India were we taken back?
A thought further died by the contrasting jolt,
We slept away, ambitiously forgetting the faults.
Little did we know what awaited us,
Beyond magnificence, a lullaby to all the fuss, to all the silent cuss.
The next morning took us to Pisa.
An option that we didn't choose for that - was leisure.
We hurried, entered the demarcations that marked the territory of the most talked about,
A little crooked but still standing stout.
A distant vision made me feel,
The tower bent sideways to give me a peek.
A marvel exemplifying - in life it's good to bend, to be different.
Not to blindly follow the dogmas learnt.
Inundated with philosophy, we head for Venice.
A siesta for the thoughts stuck in a labyrinth of menace.
Woken up with a whiff of distinct air,
Playing with sense of smell, destination near, we were made aware.
A step out at the station, lights reflecting on water stagnant,
Venice was sure here, a little less fragrant.
Yet a moment unmatched,
Something about it, drew us further,allured us-attached.
A city conquered by water,
Less significant were mass and matter.
Life played it funny again but it wasn't tragic,
Lo and behold - Life's magic!
The presence of cliched romance, the masks and Gondola emphatic,
A wish for a ride, the request for price - almost caustic!
'Overpriced Overpriced Overpriced' - thoughts ran in my mind helter skelter,
Wonder I, to give up my lowly IT job to be a gondolier and get my pockets fatter?
The canals narrow, stretch out to nothingness,
A story it tells, it flows - the queen of such finesse!
Paying no heed to the imposing buildings it passes by,
Again a thought, Dogmas - why the big deal? Why the hue and cry?
Rejoiced and romanced, we leave for Rome,
To enjoy an array of spectacle - The colosseum, the Vatican, The Roman Forum.
Anticipation killed the boredom of the four hour drive,
We reached, we saw, history was being played live!
The colossal Colosseum - the more we saw, the more we were in awe, words couldn't express,
We were feasting our eyes from the other side of Gulliver's travels.
Once a flavian ampitheatre resonating with roars and cheers,
A quiet structure now, a little handicapped, dishevelled and dilapidated,
A euphemism of the wear and tear by the hands of time - fate.
Engulfed were we by the Roman Forum with nostalgia
Once a thronging market, the senate and now subdued by our innate hysteria.
Once resided the Vestal virgins, once the kings gave their decree,
Believed to be the place where slayed was Caesar, nothing less of an epiphany.
Huge structures, monuments enormous,
Stupefaction superflous,
Romans pass by them everyday, do they feel the same?
Lucky they are to live in Rome, with so much to offer, true to its fame.
Oozing flamboyance, italian men with shaped eyebrows,
The queer highs and the straight lows.
A wonder, women they are trying to emulate?
They say Kings of the world, men reign!
HA! Blabber - Androgynous, a victory towards feminity, they can't feign.
The comical effect surpassed by the holiness of the Vatican,
Once a marsh, now a sanctity, a place to euglogize the God's son.
Extolled here also, are Raphael and Michelangelo,
You walk into a dream, strike a conversation with the frescoes.
An artist's paradise,
Stillness animated, hear the laughs and cries.
The sculptures precious, nothing fake
Humour springs up again to see them standing tall and naked!
A trip nearing its end,
A memorable one with my best friend.
Roma's aroma couldn't have been felt,
If I didn't have my husband on my side holding my hand.
A big thank you is evident and plausible,
Impulsive and I never had it better, a nudge to give it a slight elevation to a foible.
Indebted with gratitude to Pramod - What a celebration of togetherness of our first year!
Rome I'd like to return again - My dear Trevi Fountain coin - My ardent wish, do you hear?
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