Till I am a little older

By the time

I am in the 90s

I will know

Which restaurant is good

Which one I should avoid

How much food is just enough

How much, I will end up taking home

Where we can share a plate

Where, they insist

on a separate order

Which drink to order

A fresh juice or a Cola

Espresso, single or a double shot

Yes a Single shot, is never enough

A simple Cappuccino

or the milky latte

The indulgent Frappe

or the thick hot chocolate

The breezy outside

Or the airconditioned inside

I guess

I will figure it all out one day

I am exploring now

I haven’t made up my mind yet

I will wait

for all of the little pieces,

to fall in place

When I am a little older

The ecstatic moment of bliss

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

The fingers touched

Accidentally first

And then prodded

By the beating hearts

They probed intentionally

Aware of the touch

That tingled the mind

And the erogenous spaces

Lying deep

in those burning synapses

And then

the hearts take over

And the mind surrenders

Then it flows

Down the path

Furrowed in the mind

Till the touch spreads

beyond the fingers

And till

It reaches the soul

In that

One ecstatic moment

City of my dream

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How would you design the city of the future?

It should be peaceful

Full of love

Roads and building

may be added too

…

In the alleys

Without fear

You should be allowed

To roam free without a shoe

…

There should be a stream

Clean and blue

Full of gurgling water

Flowing happily through

…

Friends on each corner

Is a must

A few places to drink

And some to eat too

…

In the city

Of my dream

Everyone should live fully

And let others live too