Of The Tow Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Of the Tow (τ, the Greek letter pronounced as "tow")of a wellwisher and my sows (written in 2016)
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I took a most relaxing bath and after applying Clarins Light Day SPF 15 on my face and a dash of Guerlain lipstick, sprayed a whiff of Estee Lauders' Pleasures blooming perfume
And was reminded of the pleasures I treasure
And regret the fact that all my creativity and unmatched (in certain ways)technical thought flow, cannot measure up to my old success
And I am, under my own pressure, mainly, to be productive;

I learnt that a bigwig asked me to address him playfully in a poem
And in the same breath, said that his favourite Greek alphabet is also beta and he would like to bet-a fortune that I am not going to do so (because I have some ambitions, as he deduced)
In response, I am saying that my other favourite Greek alphabet is upsilon (and this, I have learnt from my son's schooling and not from my engineering studies)
And it means that I am "up on the sill" of the window of opportunity and the door of success is wide open, please? ;

If it is all about serving tomato soup and lentil soup with homemade spice in special soup bowls gifted to me
It is also about How she stoops to Conquer, the book by Oliver Goldsmith, the back of which has a collection of interesting fare for the reader in me by Penguin Classics and supply on demand at Indigo Bookstore
And I would droop like a sunflower at night if I didn't have the luxury of reading newspapers and occasional books
This is a loop, a veritable Mobius strip of serving soup and homemaking and wifedom and motherhood;

I shall change channels and from the Modern Family mode, I shall go into tea time
And tea, I have it on the best of authority, Galahad Threepwood of P.G. Wodehouse fame, kills and he never sipped a little tea,
Hence, I say, sips of wine make my lips luscious
And lets me dig into my chips and dip;

But if it is all about men and their vagaries
And occasionally, it rankles that a lack of sugary tongue prevails,
It is also about their treasury
And I do not think that making dinner is drudgery except every pink moon (the imagery is from an old girlfriend of mine but the usage in context is mine, please):

My husband, God bless his soul, loves to serve beer with cheer to our male guests
And he is convinced that it makes him and them seers and soothsayers with Weystlehaven beer (the one brewed by Belgian monks)
And I like the occasional vodka with lime and margaritas
And think that the zesty taste makes both sublime;

Please tarry a while, I forget I am on an engineer
Who, during my days of making paycheques, used to be busier than busy
And if home décor is all about beautifying some or all of one's home or dome
It is also about home improvement and assembly of equipment which require hands-on engineering occasionally
And I shall end by saying that a power drill is must for frills in one's home
And I used to trill with it almost every day for 3 months as an engineer
And it saddens me that I did not bill anyone for the said piece of equipment
And as I had hoped, it did not become as much of a window sill of opportunity that I could rest my career on.