In the holy
serene eternity, stood the Lord in midst of blue magnificent feathers,
Kindness unleashed, deepest
insight beholding, rendering blessings in my favours.
There came
the hero, with his captivating looks, yet so gentle,
Exchanged side looks irresistible,
an effervescent personality, yet so humble.
I sat beside
him, to have a word or two,
He gave subtle answers to all
that I was wanting to ask to,
“Yes” said
the Hero and asked if it is a yes too,
I chose not to answer to this
one, asked for time to be sure “it’s you”.
“Sure” said
the Hero and he bid me bye,
Though things seemed lucid,
confused felt I.
Days passed by,
but the rendezvous stood there,
Though it was our first, not the
first time we’d shared.
Had talked
over the phone, a couple of days before,
A brief narrative autobiography,
but was not enough for us to know more.
Why should
it wait, felt the hero, took his phone,
Reached out for my number, no hesitations, took me as his own.
With a
pleasant musical note, displayed my cell ‘Hero calling’,
But I, what a fool, didn’t mind,
made him feel so appalling.
I did talk
after days few, solemnly did he reply,
No warmth in my words he knew,
still me he could never deny.
‘Yes’ said I
to him, and came the day of betrothal,
Fervent feelings though devoid,
could find no reason for refusal.
Happiness
overwhelmed within, and did he start calling me with names pet,
Too early for me to mingle
close, “wait” said I, “not your girl yet!”
I could not
see the inside of him, just went by what he portrayed,
Misleading were his talks on
occasion, though could’ve ignored, a wrong picture had I started to laminate.
Each day would
our talks end in misunderstanding, with no faults on either,
‘Is he the one I wanted?’ ‘Is
she the girl I wanted?’, intricacies grew, the bonding seemed weaker.
But the Hero
heard a voice from within, decided to give me more time to understand,
‘She’s a loving girl deep
inside’, the Hero could never think of leaving my hand.
He planned
to treat me special, called to say ‘I’m here in your office to meet you’,
I cut his call, busy was I, he
kept waiting I would call back, which didn’t turn true,
He’d left a
message in my inbox, which I noticed an hour later,
I went down to the reception;
saw him waiting on the couch, reading a newspaper.
He gifted me
things beautiful, but his love I did not realize,
Though I expressed words
grateful, gave him pain, telling “Nothing much in it for a surprise”
I broke his
heart again and again, and the Hero beared it all,
The fallacies I’d succumbed to,
I criticized I teased, but still in his eyes did I stand tall.
He said he
likes the innocence in me and with love wants to hold my hand,
“I too can say those magical
three words only when I feel it”...”I’ll wait” said he, indeed what a
gentleman!
Day by day
heard wisdom and folly quarrel inside, and eventually did positive feelings
augment,
He has always stood by my side,
of my insanity in spite; I, when realized, began to lament.
I chose to
move closer with him, and then could I feel what his heart said in its every
beat,
In the comfort I gave, he opened
up, and then I realized, all my expectations meet.
Soon he had
to move abroad, for the bread and butter, and of course the penny,
A void I started feeling in his
absence, and clever Love attacked in its own ways many.
Day by day I
realized more, how badly had I hurt him,
Wisdom laughed upon folly, I
apologized, “need not” said he, and I felt his love within.
‘Time and
tide waits for none’, neither does Love to get expressed,
But couldn’t gather courage
enough, hence left him a message, as with Love was I obsessed.
He couldn’t
bear the ecstasy, ‘I love you’ when he read out of the blue,
“You made my day” called he back
“Me too, how much I bet you have no clue”.
The days
seemed to pass slow, and to see each other were we restless,
Six months had passed since we
first met on the go, but the wait for day of his return seemed endless.
In the holy
serene eternity, stood the Lord in midst of blue magnificent feathers,
Finally came back the hero and
kissed me, I thanked Lord for doing me all favours.
“Mistake it
not as lust” said he, tender words of love lips began to utter,
Fervent feelings overwhelmed,
let me not tell what and end the story for reader’s better.
