The Flight

It was from India a huge flight,
In Stuttgart I had to alight,
Bombay the first stop,
And soon to be on top!!

Uneasiness steadfast crept in,
Standing along to see you off, kith and kin,
Far across seas and lands 'ur to travel,
With heart set many to unravel

Metal detectors, security checks and what not
Finish the formalities fast, you thought
All you wanted was a seat,
And many a times, 'ur heart missed a beat!!

The plane took off vroom,
You still were not in your groom,
Things slowly fell into place,
And with you to travel was a known face!!

Peeking through the windows,
You saw everything was in shadows,
Hills, mountains and buildings were tiny,
When on land, you thought of them highly

After a busy day, there was a groan,
Time a nice meal you were prone to,
Waiting with eager looks for food,
At the same time hoping the women folk were good!

Gracefully were the hostess' wrought,
Slowly and steadily they brought,
Bread, butter, spice and tea,
And you gulped it with glee

Then, about an hour later,
Mumbai it was, so famous for theatre,
Six hours to catch the next flight,
Awake we kept with talks light!!

All set to travel to the Swiss,
Keen to know about the Miss',
Only one to catch your eye,
Like Meg Ryan she was; a sigh!!

From Zurich to Stuttgart, a flight so small,
With regular tilts above the clouds, a fear of fall,
Hopeful that he was a skilled pilot,
Made us enjoyable and keep silent

Peeking through the window,
The sun rising from the shadows,
Bounded on all sides by the Alps,
And felt the clouds to be within our clasp!!

As the final frontier reached,
From atop we saw the surface bleached,
Snow it was all covered,
As the plane gracefully hovered

Yes, it was Stuttgart, the Stadt,
Our friends were there, as planned,
Cold!! A chill ran through my spine,
And soon I started to whine!!