Beaded melody.

Happy Childrens' Day,Peksshi Jojo.:*

The sun hilts its rays upon your face,
Lightens up all hidden grace.
I found it,yes,the perfect place-
It is for you and I to embrace.
We'll run away and leave no trace.

And bring along your string of beads,
Pink and black,their mystery leads,
we'll hold them close in times of need,
string them along with wild,wild seeds.
Enchanting songs they'll make us heed.

On black and pink,the sunlight will fall,
(Screw it,I can't rhyme this anymore.)
them beads will catch it,make it scatter across.
Like hippie souls,we'll dance like homegrown songs.
Our gypsy beads,our sole companions,
And all their worth will shine upon you like wisdom.

Furthermore.

You know you have known someone long enough,when the sight of their apartment watchman's children giggling feels like a growing up of a kind.
When the paan stains on the elevator door and vandalized walls grow on you like your old nightshirt.
And the family maid,a constant smiles at you,remarking at your state of health by the smile on your face.
You know you've known someone long enough,when you seek solace their presence just as the smell of  yellowing pages of a novel.
Grows on you like a placid kind of reassurance,relief..contentment?
The worn down street like a map in your mind.
Where you linger afterdusk,out to fill it with your echoing laughter.
You know you have a keeper.