A tiny speck of dust…

There, in a universe so big and vast,

With millions of galaxies and billions of planets,

One tiny speck of dust, kept keying away in a Mac,

What was it about, what was going on?

Oh, was it about a series or a movie?

Was it about a learning or a realisation?

Was it a prose or a poetry?

This tiny speck of dust was a mystery known.

Oh wait, who is this cheerful face, 

With eyes that sparked joy,

With mouth that carried a smile,

This tiny speck of dust lit the place bright.

Oh, what a wonder to behold and know,

An inspiration to some,

An enigma to many,

This tiny speck of dust was the one for many.

A voracious reader, a passionate writer,

A casual singer, an amateur cook,

A loving spouse and a doting parent,

This tiny speck of dust is a multirole wonder.

Oh, I can see your brows go up,

I can see your eyes squirt,

Who in the world is so humble?

Yes, you are right, it is I, it is I!

Oh, now that you know it is I,

And what you know are out of the way,

Come let us explore,

This tiny speck of dust’s side unknown.

Oh, what do I say about me,

That you already don’t know,

I can begin with my fashion sense,

This tiny speck of dust makes heads turn.

Oh, I dress well, elegant and cute,

But most of them wonder,

What is the pride in faded pants and bold colored gowns?

This tiny speck of dust has a lot to learn.

Oh, I love my accessories minimal and light,

The world wonders, whatever that is about,

I waltz around unconcerned most of the time,

This tiny speck of dust knows where to draw her line.

Oh, I love my chocolates, in all and any form.

To bring me to my knees, 

A chocolate bar is all you want,

This tiny speck of dust is as bitter and sweet as a chocolate can be.

Oh, my love for food is as old as I,

Indian, Chinese, Italian, Thai,

Any country, any cuisine, whatever the name,

This tiny speck of dust loves to eat them all.

Oh, my cooking a whole different thing,

It is still a newborn and still growing,

I fill my notepad with recipes for creating,

This tiny speck of dust a foodie and a cook in the making. 

Oh, the things I am famous for,

Making a tea without boiling,

Booking a wrong bus or travelling in the wrong train,

This tiny speck of dust’s list can go on and on. 

Oh, there was once this time at work,

When she had a meeting with the Center Head,

She got a new haircut and a make-up done.

This tiny speck of dust was not recognized.

Oh, she is so clumsy

She is so forgetful,

She acts like a know it all and classy and sophisticated,

This tiny speck of dust is but a bunch of nerves.

Oh, she is never alone, and always loved,

By her family and cousins alike,

They encourage her for the lamest reasons,

This tiny speck of dust is of their making.

Oh, I am touched by this love you shower,

How I wish it is my writing that inspires,

You have come this far knowing it’s my banter,

This tiny speck of dust vows to get better.

Oh, I am doing my happy dance, 

Just for few minutes I have won a fight for attention, 

With Netflix, Prime, YouTube and Hotstar,

This tiny speck of dust is grateful for your motivation.

Oh, with a smile like a rainbow,

With heart overflowing like the Chennai rains,

With love as deep as our pockets can get,

This tiny speck of dust thanks you with all her heart.

Oh, the next time you see the dust floating in the air,

Remember this tiny speck of dust,

She will be keying away in her Mac,

Words that warm the heart and bring a smile.