The Traveller and the Girl in the Red Ivory Tower

Some encounters aren’t exactly commonplace

Devoid of reason, they leave you in a daze!

One such story is about our Traveller

Who’d been a vagabond, since he could remember.

In an otherwise cacophonous world,

Not much sense prevailed and everything seemed dafter

His undoing was an unfettered laughter!

The laughter had to be traced

The thought of just letting it pass couldn’t be embraced.

The search led our Traveller

Down innocuous by lanes of déjà vu,

In the hope of an electric rendezvous

To the fabled Red Ivory Tower

Perched among tall palms, in the midst of a breezy shower.

What a magical oasis-like place it was!

The climb up the spiraling stairs was over sans a pause.

A peek inside the ancient window

Revealed a secret, which very few know.

There was a little brown Girl inside

A shade surprising, but not very difficult to decide

Her smile was freer within it, confined

The Red Ivory Tower was her entire world defined.

Here she roamed free, reigned supreme

Conjured up her own magic and lived her own dream.

She’s lived a lifetime in the Red Ivory Tower

And now the Tower smells of her, tastes of her

Almost resembles an extension of her.

The clothes strewn around

Packed boxes in uncanny corners abound

Just like her head, which too many ideas surround.

Things you need are difficult to reach

Yet extremely inviting, almost to beseech

As much as her fervent spirit.

The Traveller is enthralled by what he sees

Contrary to acquired nature, he actually feels!

Against the grain of habit,

Of journeying far and wide

This one night he wants to spend by her side

And play with thoughts inane

Hoping the night would never wane.

That’s when the Girl in the Red Ivory Tower shuts the window!!!