Unending Uber of love

Waiting for your reply I was hovering into my table of thoughts. It was 4 a.m. alright I was drenching all my nostalgia of love beamed in your shade. The way I hold you in my arms, the way I cuddle your silky stresses, the way I kissed your moony forehead and the way I became a nectar of your pollen. 

The way we carry on our platonic love to the peak and shield our arms with the promises of poetry with a pen of commitment. I remembered those icicles of memories hanging out in that wall.

We keep collecting our breezes of sweetest fragrances in the morons of time that we couldn't even realises that we were a secluded dorm for a society.

Being from an LGBTI class how the society hell out of the lark beat us out the shriek that this love is uncommon. We can't marry. He had to change his gender to marry me. He has to be SHE. Still my family was not reciprocating the fact that she was not from a normal root.

"A hijra"my mother pursed her lips in a tone of discern and dissentient mood,warning me that they would yard off from their parental properties and my father with a list of death notes on his chest telling that if I marry from an abnormal root he will poison himself.

Hijra, whatever they say they were still not alarmed with the fact that she is a leading model of fashion industry working for an empowerment of LGBTI. She has been working for rescuing LGBTI sexual workers out from the sexual riot and making them independent. She is handling my emotional rupture and gifted me all those roots and fruits of my life.  The irony is still she is incomplete for my family which I can't blame them for? You know why the thought of society is still eating a hay how could they manage a few to eat them a juicy grass. 

But I can't let her off my guard. I met her on one tv channel while I was interviewing for Blue Diamond Society. I saw her coming out of her white midriff and in a sparkling red wine jewel winning a trophy of leadership program. I interviewed her as she was the first trans lady to win this trophy. I was flabbergasted just looking at her. She was so charismatic in opening herself infront of media take my ebony of heart into a next level.

This is a lady I deserve damn! I felt.

I am a successful tv host and I sell a water through my money so nobody can imagine my bank balance. But still I am chunked behind the traditional authenticity of society and family. The way how they can murder my heart velocity just to save the nose of sanskaras and prideful prides.

I dated her for a dinner and i believed her hardest hoods behind from childhood to now. How brazenly it was but she always showed her mortal bones of bravery. Her reality of laser therapy, how badly she came out of society as she was badly beaten in the blue for not being 'normal' etcetera etcetera. The harshest way that their parents wanted to burn her genital area chills my spine. She came out of that liminal place and move through in for Blue Diamond Society. With a lady luck brain she aces herself in study and marked her herself as a first PhD holder of LGBTI faculty.

My heart popped out from my eyes. How can I let her go? She is my type of woman. How! I plopped myself on her feet giving her a roses of beautiful lovestory to be penned in a person and started imagine my self that this love will find its ultimatum that is marriage. Only she can completes my inner he.

For a due I have even planned  for an adoption.  And I won't let her to be operated just to come in an original normal compress. But things turn into an ulter cases asusual.

My 4a.m thoughts were, I will make my castle of Disney from my own hands deciding my lady luck, minding it that she might need a pat of love from my parents atleast. But my parents have already given me a red card of no entry already. But this love will not be easily give up as I am a macho tarzan for her.

With complete no no from her say had switched me off into different kind of thing. She wanted my family to accept her which was possibly a different shuttle of no no verses yes. She pushes herself into that retrospect that I began contemplating out that was that our love is so so confined in between the walls of society.

No! time is ticking six a.m. with a numb heart I went to her flat to make it sure that we are complete yin and yang we don't need any other protocols to complete together. She had suffered her own painful suffrages and I don't want to give my enormity of melodramatic love pain. I am a lion of my own jungle.

I came in my black wedding suit with an engagement ring and took a hold of her finger that she can't back out the handsome man Me! I am only her peanut butter of her tart story which she can't let go off.

I married her and we lived separately from our parents home. They secluded me from my assets but my father didn't gulp a poison for this matter. He rather cussed my mother for giving birth to an uncultured guylike me. But time and tides had already gone away with no regrets for traditional facet.

With an impasse of time we adopted one kid Mario and we live in our own thing. We never disturb my parents and let us be in our own self of our own surviving world. However, no sanskar gossiping matters intrudes into my parents home as it was only a spice of the day.

We hit the yatch of best couple of the year in a Newyork times and in a london times.

Completely people of global mass medias took us for a model coverage and for an interview and the beauty of our love gave us trucks of appreciation and awards.

Earning wads of money and prestige, the thistle of roses broken away. Our parents with apologetic and a congratulatory note they send us gifts and an invitation of coming home, with a proud tears and greys.

See! I jerked my happiness out of the bed and kissed her on her mushy lips of my soulmate saying,

hadn't we listen to others hearts, we could have failed my love

we drivel our heart for our case that's why we are in the wedding robe 

my dear 

PhD holder 

my heart upgrader.

Finally we did it.