Love through the Ages

This is not a historic tale of separated lovers
Nor a bard’s paean of love to passions
This is a journey through a woman’s decades
From childhood, the middles upto the nineties
Let us have a look through the trail
Of love through the ages

As a girl you are told beware of boys
Rough and naughty troublesome creatures
Made of snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
While you are a girl, cutely made of emotions
“Sugar and spice and all things nice”
Love at this stage is strictly for dolls houses

Then the hormones kick in with puberty
You are sixteen going on seventeen merrily
And many fellows will and do fall in line
They cause speedy pulses, crushes and flushes
Haunting your dreams and daytime musings
Love in the teens is Surya, Ranbir, Brad Pitt and Dhoni MS

In the twenties marriage reigns supreme
Romance and roses, diamonds, wedding dresses
Stars in the eyes that turn into fiery rages
Adjustment, compromise and quarrels
Pregnancy, labour pains and baby gurgles
Love happens with doses of real circumstances

The troubled thirties ladies become busy
With in-laws, kids, friends and colleagues
Careers, home, school, exams and grades
The rat race keeps you running in the maze
Love and sex is stolen or put off by headaches
Where darling is any time for sweet nothings

The freaky forties is learning about yourself
Maybe time to pick up a personal interest
Develop a business, give time to underprivileged
Face teenage rebellions, problems, kids affairs
Nightmares of becoming a grandma sans son in law
Love is TV couch affection with first gray hairs
Failing Fifties is a time of slowing and hot flushes
Left alone playing with your partner doubles
The aches and pains, groans and twinges
Need holiday trips, Pilates and presses
Amour, passion set aside by menopause, pensions
Love is that you have just grown used to your husband

It is rocky to enter your stumbling sixties
Hoping to be as fit as a fiddle
Thank god I am not answerable
To anybody you say with an air invincible
I’ll do what I want you affectionately wheedle
Love is grandchildren’s hugs, crosses and kisses

Sinful seventies is a time to indulge
In fancies wicked, oral and mental
Saying what you want, doing what you like
Claiming age and faltering mind as excuses
Greeted as the batty sweetie with indulgence
Love is just a four letter word in crossword puzzles

A thousand moons you would have seen
When you have entered your edging out eighties
Beloved, swaddled, spoilt and petted
Physically weakened but mentally with it
It is a benign adoration that haloes your pate
Love is benevolent, saintly and universal

So passion, affection, romance, infatuation
Red hearts and arrows, thorns with roses
Bouquets and brickbats follow through life
You sit in your nervous nineties in a wheelchair
Hopefully waiting to make a century intact
Love is waiting for Lord Krishna’s Valentine visit

About padmum

You could call me Dame Quixote! I tilt at windmills. I have an opinion on most matters. What I don't have, my husband Raju has in plenty. Writer and story teller, columnist and contributer of articles, blogs, poems, travelogues and essays to Chennai newspapers, national magazines and websites, I review and edit books for publishers and have specialized as a Culinary Editor and contributed content, edited and collaborated on Cookbooks. My other major interest used to be acting on Tamil and English stage, Indian cinema and TV. I am a wordsmith, a voracious reader, crossword buff and write about India's heritage, culture and traditions. I am interested in Vedanta nowadays. I am now an Armchair traveller/opinionator/busybody!
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3 Responses to Love through the Ages

  1. Rummuser says:

    And Love shifts to overdrive when the object of the love passes away.


  2. N.Srivatsa says:

    I love this one and am going to share it.:)


  3. Grannymar says:

    Lovely, but very different to the course of my life for the past sixty odd years.


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