Musing on LOL

  
Lol, lol, lol — the laughter toll,
It echoes deep in every soul.
Wherever I wander, city or knoll,
In café or court, I find my lol.
 
He sits in GST, quite at ease,
Glides through tribunals like a breeze.
With Saxena, he winks and grins,
With Patel, he always wins.
 
But Thakker was, a sterner creed
Too slant to let lol intercede.
Lol, so frank, so straight and spry,
Finds no place where glances lie.
 
It’s holy still, and yet profane,
A joke in prayer, a dance in rain.
Lol rides a Vespa in Old Delhi,
Then sips chai in Notting Hill alley.
 
From Phuket sands to Canada's snow,
To Colombo's spice-sweet evening glow
Lol travels light, and travels far,
Tucked in a meme, or a seminar.
 
He trolls at times, in joke or jest,
Not always kind, not always best.
But mostly warm, with heart and soul,
A gentle giggle, a comic goal.
 
Not penned in some divine decree,
Yet holy in his levity.
In every scroll, in every role
Lives the eternal, laughing lol.
 
 
~ Dr Intaj Malek

Kishna whspers in Scarecrow's ears

 

 

Rocco's Quilt

I wish for the quilt I once proudly possessed,

A token of warmth in days I was blessed.

School turned to college, the seasons did flow,

Yet the quilt stayed constant through frost and snow.

At Rocco’s home, in him a brother I found,

Where love and laughter always abound.

Though dawn beckoned him to school’s embrace,

His quilt he’d drop on me with gentle grace.

The winter bit with a frosty foe-like bite,

Yet Rocco’s care made my mornings bright.

He wrapped me snug in his gentle embrace,

His quilt, a shield, my haven, my space.

I had a family, yet struggled to thrive,

Rocco’s kin kept my hope forever alive.

They shared their tea, their bread, their cheer,

A bond of love that kept me out of fear.

Moti Mahal, where delicious tea would steam,

The cup one day, the saucer next, a shared dream.

By the night’s glow, we studied with zeal,

In those simple joys, life’s riches I do feel.

Now life has matured, and paths diverge,

With children and duties, emotions surge.

Yet deep in my heart, a warmth I’ve kept,

For the quilt Rocco gave as I soundly slept.

No quilt today can match that care,

A gesture of love, beyond compare.

Though time may pass and seasons shift,

The quilt of Rocco remains my gift.

So, here’s to those days, that precious thread,

To a brother, a bond, the life we led.

Though quilts may fade, the warmth stays true,

Forever, Rocco, my dedication to you. 

~ By Dr. Intaj Malek