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The Rosemary Letter'S
She was still mocking herself,
Realized, shrinking thy curious,
Should I see what inside the page?
She shrugged slightly,
Fine, I will try to gaze,
Her face completely if deadpan,
Who could be here?
She looks around here and there?
Finds no one if noticing her glare,
She decides to read,
Sat over the bench hereby-
Cold foggy day ahead,
I do wonder, if I can see you next,
You were looking pretty classy today,
A purple hood jacket, delighted my day
Your bare feet’s over cold dew grasses,
Give me warm, makes me statuesque,
Who are you?
A healer- surreptitious,
A dancer – talismaneou,
Whosoever, a mysterious girl “making prayers”,
Sharp 7.03 am morning,
Your destined park, you come daily,
I am not stalker, rapist or criminal?
But one for you feels to rhyme-
With pride and gay,
Must be you feeling nervous,
For your ease, feel comfort,
No doubt, you are a fine classical dancer,
Knows almost all forms,
Express your beauty with the moves,
Makes signs of love, with your instincts,
So precisely – what you choose,
I was completely glued, so my words,
More you were into your dance,
Made my energy spectra level to increase,
If vibrating every particle,
Taking fog to your arms and bosom,
The grasses shining more than green,
Wherever your feet touched, and it’s glittered,
The splendid beauty,
With a speculator dances,
If submerged into celestial bodies,
I ever had seen,
Your unkempt hair,
Waving the fog,
Your single deflection of arm,
I could feel,
If you lost in lord’s aura,
Trying to feel him only, he there?
But I wish you find my flute nodes – as trance stream,
A swift turn,
Left leg heading the right,
Your arms making 130 degree,
If challenging sun to be more bright,
Gimmickly, I am finding peace,
If am sitting close to,
Who you go regularly to meet?
And my words reaching to divine state beyond the limits,
Are you too divine?
I don’t know who are you?
Even what your name is?
But from so long,
If you comes here, the same to reclaim,
Are you a south Indian?
Oh how foolish I am,
You smiling, hope to see you some day?
I am gratified to destiny,
Though people says am weird,
But I am a guy from land of sheers,
I see you daily, somewhere else too,
While you takes garland flowers for lord,
And how you take “MAHKAN”,
Completely makes my thoughts sanctify.
This park no doubt, has angelic blessings,
And you add a lot and more,
Opposite to North West,
Baake Bihari, lords Govinda’s temple,
Not far from a wooden bear,
Scaling a tree,
A cascading pond,
Waves of bee balm,
A phlox bursting skyward,
Surrounding fountains,
Furniture and fauna,
But what adds beauty to this garden,
It’s you, and your dance’s aura,
Adding beautiful textures and colors,
Trees dances so well,
Fog listen your heart beats so calmly,
If you are the Eros-Philos teller,
Beds and brooks and accoutrements came in,
With a lot of trial and error,
The scent of beautiful flowers,
Bird’s cages, bird’s baths, bird houses,
A perpetual motion metal sculpture,
Lanterns and lord’s Baake Bihari statue,
A spirit level pond,
Double fish fountain,
With amazing water works,
So peaceful, tranquil like heavenly sounds,
I want to reveal, who I am,
Not now, if inner voice thundered calmly,
Still – your admirer,
From realms, your well wisher,
See you soon and end of the letter,
With nodes of flutes,
If he wanted me to play,
Does he know me?
Oh lord, what happening?
She still picked the paper along the flute,
Rush to get back to her home,
But with thoughts – worrying,
If someone chasing,
Did not tried to tell anyone,
But failed to reveal her,
Why she thinking this much about him,
About how beautifully he portrayed her moves,
Yeah, just use of great vocabulary,
Still, mom where my blue jacket?
Chiding- nervously if he might,
Peeping from chimney,
Oh come on, Meera, he not any Santa Claus,
Who can be anywhere I blink,
Am I falling in love?
Mom, my breakfast –I am getting late,
Leaving all happened on lord’s fate,
Touched lords Baake Bihari feet,
Please-please no harm happen to me,
My cutie – pie, I love you thee,
Starts her Scottie, on the way to college,
But same thoughts were creeping into her mind,
Though it’s just a nice rhyming,
But flute? He too lords lover?
Meera? Meera? A voice from bus stand,
If someone running from behind,
You moron, you forgot me,
What the hell, you lost your sight?
Am sorry nothing, sit we getting late,
It’s too much cold, sorry I forgot you baby,
Somehow lectures ended,
But not that mysterious, that started the day,
Whole day ended in thinking who he could be,
A guy or if lord of its own,
My prayers if been accepted,
I must visit to temple and the priest,
Meera wanted to tell her mom,
And her friends instead,
But the fact, who would believe,
Was it disgusting?
She thought to tell at least one,
But no right person, at very long list,
She decided to leave all on faith,
She would keep practicing all she taught,
Went to Baake Bihari temple for evening prayers,
With a gist to find clues of flute,
She was standing next to garland flower wander,
And all she saw an another rosemary paper,
Rolled with same flute she kept inside her bag,
Some nausea scent of roses smell,
Passed to her nostrils,
If she was feeling the guy, somewhere close to her only,
A thought to leave the paper there only,
But kept inside the bag, so secretly,
The echoes of chanting name of Baake Bihari all around,
Relaxing the senses, if she want to go to trance,
What? The flute nodes making her vibrate,
She was dancing if she all alone,
Ignoring the fact thousands of crowd,
The guy name Ashish, was playing the flute,
More than with the feelings if madly he is in love with it,
It was not usual enchanting, inside the temple premises,
If lord of own want two pure souls to meet,
Everyone was confused to listen the flute music,
Or to look into the divine eyes of holy look,
Is he is that guy?
She asked herself, in soft voice,
Looking into lord’s eyes,
I wish he could be?
It was 6:27pm precisely,
She needs to get back to her home,
Millions of questions and if anything she don’t know,
The hidden answers,
Simultaneously two thoughts,
Kept on prevailing into her mind,
If it’s he that guy or some different poet,
I should discuss to mom,
But why should I?
3rd February night, pretty cold – even so much,
Meera’s friend rings her up,
Asked for a movie,
The weaving of links, she summoned,
She told, Sugosha – her friends lets meet,
She planned to tell everything to her only,
Finally, she could get rid of heavy day dreaming,
Wrap up her dinner sooner,
Good night, mom and dad she if just whispered,
Locked her gate, mom am too sleepy,
Open her bag, expecting if magician rabbit,
And more a flute if she might play,
She going to get powers of witches,
Her heart was pounding heavily,
She still kisses the flute,
What she is into love- blindly?
She confirms her, nothing as such,
And opens the page, smiling,
She steadied herself,
Starting intently into the blackness of her eyelids,
She breathed deeply,
Began counting to fifteen,
It was silly she realized,
Childish- stupid, all rubbishy – foolish,
But she counted anyhow,
Resisting all, bestial force,
She reads in soft tone,
Pursued her undulate lips,
Muttering something, if close to a prayer,
You are a stranger, so I am,
Don’t want vague – abstractions,
You to carry, for who I am,
Smile, smile like you dance,
Endorphin if release, a stress less – weightless sensation,
I am into he same,
Confirming its not any force of attraction,
Lord’s Baake Bihari. All if I feels messenger of love,
I greet him, for you- how you have been,
The beauty of lord, pure as love I seek,
I worship Govinda, the primeval lord,
Round whose neck is swinging-
A garland of flowers, if mountains hold,
Beautified with the moon locket,
His two hands are adorned with –
Flute and ornaments of gold,
Who always reveals,
In pastimes of love,
His gracefully threefold bending,
Form of Syamasundara is eternally manifest,
A beauty, a divine beauty how I feels looking at him,
My flute is desire of being his devotee,
The black charming image of Baake Bihari ji,
The beauty, no one wanted to lose the sight,
And proximity of divinity,
A perfect metaphor to the combined beauty of –
Lord and his fair consort, Radhaji,
If clouds and lightening,
I wish to perform all three part of the day,
Shringar, Rajbhog, and shayan for my lord with gay,
Look, into their eyes,
But not so long, you might get unconscious,
The glory, the grace, inside the premises,
The lord of love himself resides,
Daily thronged by thousands like you, and me,
By our side,
Meera look up at the watch,
Its 12:04 AM,
But some more left to read,
She goes to drink water,
Feels still lost in flute only,
What next to happen?
She herself, feeling spiritual rather religious princess,
Is this the effect of powerful poetry?
Does he love me?
Why he taking interest in me?
Feeling blessed, missing an unseen guy?
But asked her why she so keen?
She continues,
Finds the definition of love,
A mirror of beauty,
That is the holiness of lord,
And reflects though not,
All its purity and clarity to threshold,
Love is the unknown pattern,
Love is the infinite measure,
And love is the unattainable ideal,
Love is splendid,
And when it’s divine, it’s no word can define,
Moreover, through grace,
Our soul becomes a temple, the true throne,
With the richest and most diversified tapestry,
The beautiful ventures,
Crowns if, with wreaths of the loveliest flowers,
Silvery threads of streams,
Rovers and places,
The twinkling of stars, as diamonds above it,
What heavenly treasures,
What precious pearls,
What magnificent spender,
And more this love, continue to dwell forever,
Hope to see you soon and the letter ended,
No words to say,
She embraced the letter to her bosom,
Teasing destiny she got the one,
God has painted thy heart walls,
Wow, am getting poetic,
And don’t know when she slept,
Leaving all questions, into sound sleep -
If birds eggs in nest,
Wake up Meera, its morning,
If anything buzzing into her ears,
Grace is poured abroad in thy lips,
Therefore hath god blessed thee forever?
She went finds no interest in practicing dance,
If busy in finding her love charm,
If mesmerizing the horizons,
Saying in soft tone,
If you there, want to meet Mr. Poet,
But no voice,
She felt he may come late,
But no one has arrived,
She heard some whispering of feet’s,
To left, thy knees,
Are you busy in rhyming?
And she smiles unknowingly,
Confirming she want to meet him,
But no one, no letter,
Is he fine, or of he got sick,
Why am worrying?
Two days passes,
Without any signs of him,
Must be some prank,
Consoling her of own,
I must move on,
Sugosha – calmly says, its fine sweetheart,
If he have to be for you,
You will meet definitely, trust destiny games,
Meera, backs to same schedule,
But two flutes with rosemary paper,
She went to enquire,
All flute venders and shopkeepers,
But got she don’t succeed,
Lord’s what kind of game are you playing?
She went to lord’s Baake Bihari temple,
Search of the guy, who plays flute there as part of devotional sessions,
Are you Ashish?
She asked so confidently,
A guy two inches smaller to her, but with divine face,
No and he lies, need to go someone calling,
But both felt the pounding of their hearts,
Like thundering of clouds about to calm,
She looks into eyes of lord’s,
With tears of faith and love she dwelled into her soul,
Says nothing, just if feeling low,
Notice to left lane of entrance gate,
One more rosemary paper with flute,
It was confirm he there only,
She said to her, she can find - feeling heavenly,
If a cold chill wave touched her body,
Saying he is around her only,
Picked the letter watching everyone,
If she can find someone familiar,
Still happy, back to home,
The thrills of enchanting,
The wind of a poet,
The nodes of flute,
She never felt this much blessed and special,
Called herself – “A divine angel of love“
Bringing thoughts if they meet,
She would kiss him, won’t think of limits,
The gestures of love and thy romance,
Her eyes were saying everything,
How madly she has gone truly,
Saying herself,
The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite,
But suddenly a thought, made her sadistic,
What if he is not I am falling with,
She ask her, to understand the happenings,
Before she start some false assuming,
Alas, she was happy, not bothering what could have been,
Valentine week too coming,
Obvious some different sensations prevailing,
Skipped her tuition, went to the park,
Followed her intuitions, opened the 3rd paper she got,
Sorry, I am making you so tense,
I don’t know how to approach you for instance,
You are amazing freckles,
You have a quirky sense of humor,
A fantastic laugh,
And the most incredible sense of style,
Beyond all I see,
A devotee, a love I feel for you only,
I saw you in temple,
The first time you were with your mom,
Innocently, when you gave treat to slum children,
I used to practice where you do,
But I left, felt better to see you,
You must be thinking how quickly I rhyme,
Its long stories, the education I got,
I am student of lord’s Baake Bihari ashram,
She was feeling now confidently, it’s him only,
She reads further, we meet daily,
Even from the last three days,
I saw you what all you enquired,
Making prays,
She was feeling if her unseen guy,
Whispering all in her ear,
With intervention voice,
Willing he could sing, for his sweet lullaby,
He could propose her, make her feel divine,
His handwriting is so beautiful,
Better than mine,
And she softly to her, idiot you are lucky,
She could feel the faint breeze against her face,
Too much cold, eyes were getting shut,
But the sky was looking beautiful beyond belief,
Though to ease the grief, she said- meet sooner baby,
And she left the letter in mid,
With a thought it just a dream,
There no love, she should focus on her academics,
She was going back to her home,
Saw Ashish, felt to talk,
But ignored the fact, all she wanted practical thoughts,
With anxieties, why she can’t take risk,
Read the remaining, if she could find actually who is he?
No lights to quench, the mess of questions,
Just consoling herself, to have patience,
She decides to play a trick on Ashish only,
Next evening she took all letters and flutes,
She stared with unblinking,
Fascinated eyes up the road,
Where she was expecting him to appear,
Walking freely, confidently and bold,
With a swing from the hip,
Humming her favorite melodies love tone,
Outside Ashram’s hostel, saw him only practicing flute,
And beautiful birds were all around him,
Wow, beyond my imagination,
She was forgetting why she has come,
All she know now, the flute is fascinating,
Ashish felt some peculiar- familiar voice of feet’s,
She watched her behind, what the matter could be?
He asked himself, in a sort of vacant trepidation,
She doesn’t look very normal, I have ever seen,
If she know now who am I?
She said - a causal hey, may I sit?
Yeah, you- you are the same girl,
So innocently he enquired somehow, acting stranger,
She said- no and she laughed,
And yet, turning him to the trap,
Ask without any hesitation,
If he could play these nodes,
He was getting, she might got an idea,
Came here to humiliate him,
First time he felt, he nervous,
When she exactly there and he can’t reveal,
But before he could have done some,
She handover another paper, saying leaving vrindavan,
First lie from her side, to know what the truth is?
Waited for some response,
He tossed, moaned and now and then inside,
She was watching every movement and every sound outside,
With the unreasonable fear, in his eyes,
A fear to lose her before he got her,
A fear of heart, if getting apart,
He asked if she needs water,
If he can get some time to ponder,
He walked away thoughtfully,
I wondered whether his difference, his strangeness,
We’re not penetrating with repulsion,
The dull nature, if they had begun by irresistibly attraction,
So what’s your name? Have your glass?
What’s in the name, when you have your world together?
And she changed the topic,
Meera, Meera, lord’s Baake Bihari lover,
And a pause she continues, what’s your name?
He remained silent, then went on,
Ashish, follower of whom you reclaim yours,
And she smiled; she got all certain directions,
She got all answers looking inside,
She wrung her hands, thanks for the water,
He forgot he has revealed his name in the letter,
Still tried to look innocent,
You don’t like vrindavan?
He keeps on saying something, I don’t know what,
With the memory of all the talks,
My guy, my life, my world,
The reason I felt for I breathe,
In front of me, he not confessing,
I looked at him narrowly,
Gave him a letter, mine first letter to anyone,
I looked into his short –sighted eyes,
At his dumb eyes, feeling me his life,
Getting an enticing shape, this is my address,
I need to leave, have to do all packing tonight,
But why? Hold on Meera, what’s into your mind?
He tried to stop her; she said 10:00 AM,
And left, she has tuitions,
A gust of wind and a swish of rain answered,
He was trapped into mix situations,
Mind was not working, I got late in proposing her?
The surrounding could feel the pain,
His music his flute than has delivered,
He decided he will go to her home,
No matter if she going, he will reveal everything,
He will propose her for “lord’s blink”
No matter if she going, a tear shed from his left eye,
Lord’s we are separating before meeting,
Don’t be so rude to me,
And he went to temple,
As Ashram fellow guys have the routines,
The most dreadful night, Ashish beared,
Without predicting, the best day he felt he could have,
He did not opened the letter, and had no dinner,
A new morning, 13th February,
He reached nearby, opens the letters,
It was – moron come at sharp timings,
We all have breakfast together,
And the street number, with way map,
He knock the gate, meera – was looking exquisite,
What’s in her mind still, he was not getting,
Come inside you handsome,
And shut the door, before if she get caught,
Sit, he finds no packing, all stuff normal,
Where your parents, today am alone so we are,
And she gave a naughty smile, why you so shy,
It’s you, who gave all rosemary letters,
Yeah, sorry it’s me that guy,
But I swear, there were no wrong intentions,
I love you, the same I do to Baake Bihari,
I feel you complete my soul, my rhyming, my flute,
She says to propose her,
And finally it’s that moment, both waited from so long,
He felt, he could do anything to make her,
He came closer, swiftly,
Touched her hair tenderly,
Both could feel, each other breath,
The sensation – the aura- the romantic moon if lit,
Ashish pulled Meera to him,
I thought you were a goner, he whispered,
He smiled softly, wrapped her into his arms,
I could not leave you, not like that,
He pressed, his lips to her,
Started out as a soft kiss that lingered,
Something switched into me,
Am in heaven, love is thee,
Thy heart, thy lips, thee souls, thee fireworks,
Deep kissing, and hugging as close they could be,
He whispered, you are the reason,
My life, my love and the soft kiss turns wild,
She whispered, you are an awesome poet,
My heart was racing,
He there only, still I was feeling to chase him,
I was feeling she the moon,
Shining over the enchanting waterfalls of mountains,
Her dark hair covered both faces,
I could not help but took my hands,
Pulled her hair back,
Than what I saw, those poetic azure eyes I ever dreamed,
Just like ocean, so beautiful black and brown deeply,
I bend down whispered; I love you as simple as quickly,
She captured his lips, passion burned with the kiss,
Desires in it too, savoring the moments,
He wrapped his arms around her waist,
Fingers intertwined, like meant to be,
May be fairytales really do come true,
And it was just “MY DAY, MY TALE”,
After that so much of quality time they had,
They continued the relation for four years and four months,
Decided to marry, a love, a love marriage,
On 14th June on her birthday,
They know most known couple,
Famous for who they are, after lord’s Baake Bihari ji!
She was still mocking herself,
Realized, shrinking thy curious,
Should I see what inside the page?
She shrugged slightly,
Fine, I will try to gaze,
Her face completely if deadpan,
Who could be here?
She looks around here and there?
Finds no one if noticing her glare,
She decides to read,
Sat over the bench hereby-
Cold foggy day ahead,
I do wonder, if I can see you next,
You were looking pretty classy today,
A purple hood jacket, delighted my day
Your bare feet’s over cold dew grasses,
Give me warm, makes me statuesque,
Who are you?
A healer- surreptitious,
A dancer – talismaneou,
Whosoever, a mysterious girl “making prayers”,
Sharp 7.03 am morning,
Your destined park, you come daily,
I am not stalker, rapist or criminal?
But one for you feels to rhyme-
With pride and gay,
Must be you feeling nervous,
For your ease, feel comfort,
No doubt, you are a fine classical dancer,
Knows almost all forms,
Express your beauty with the moves,
Makes signs of love, with your instincts,
So precisely – what you choose,
I was completely glued, so my words,
More you were into your dance,
Made my energy spectra level to increase,
If vibrating every particle,
Taking fog to your arms and bosom,
The grasses shining more than green,
Wherever your feet touched, and it’s glittered,
The splendid beauty,
With a speculator dances,
If submerged into celestial bodies,
I ever had seen,
Your unkempt hair,
Waving the fog,
Your single deflection of arm,
I could feel,
If you lost in lord’s aura,
Trying to feel him only, he there?
But I wish you find my flute nodes – as trance stream,
A swift turn,
Left leg heading the right,
Your arms making 130 degree,
If challenging sun to be more bright,
Gimmickly, I am finding peace,
If am sitting close to,
Who you go regularly to meet?
And my words reaching to divine state beyond the limits,
Are you too divine?
I don’t know who are you?
Even what your name is?
But from so long,
If you comes here, the same to reclaim,
Are you a south Indian?
Oh how foolish I am,
You smiling, hope to see you some day?
I am gratified to destiny,
Though people says am weird,
But I am a guy from land of sheers,
I see you daily, somewhere else too,
While you takes garland flowers for lord,
And how you take “MAHKAN”,
Completely makes my thoughts sanctify.
This park no doubt, has angelic blessings,
And you add a lot and more,
Opposite to North West,
Baake Bihari, lords Govinda’s temple,
Not far from a wooden bear,
Scaling a tree,
A cascading pond,
Waves of bee balm,
A phlox bursting skyward,
Surrounding fountains,
Furniture and fauna,
But what adds beauty to this garden,
It’s you, and your dance’s aura,
Adding beautiful textures and colors,
Trees dances so well,
Fog listen your heart beats so calmly,
If you are the Eros-Philos teller,
Beds and brooks and accoutrements came in,
With a lot of trial and error,
The scent of beautiful flowers,
Bird’s cages, bird’s baths, bird houses,
A perpetual motion metal sculpture,
Lanterns and lord’s Baake Bihari statue,
A spirit level pond,
Double fish fountain,
With amazing water works,
So peaceful, tranquil like heavenly sounds,
I want to reveal, who I am,
Not now, if inner voice thundered calmly,
Still – your admirer,
From realms, your well wisher,
See you soon and end of the letter,
With nodes of flutes,
If he wanted me to play,
Does he know me?
Oh lord, what happening?
She still picked the paper along the flute,
Rush to get back to her home,
But with thoughts – worrying,
If someone chasing,
Did not tried to tell anyone,
But failed to reveal her,
Why she thinking this much about him,
About how beautifully he portrayed her moves,
Yeah, just use of great vocabulary,
Still, mom where my blue jacket?
Chiding- nervously if he might,
Peeping from chimney,
Oh come on, Meera, he not any Santa Claus,
Who can be anywhere I blink,
Am I falling in love?
Mom, my breakfast –I am getting late,
Leaving all happened on lord’s fate,
Touched lords Baake Bihari feet,
Please-please no harm happen to me,
My cutie – pie, I love you thee,
Starts her Scottie, on the way to college,
But same thoughts were creeping into her mind,
Though it’s just a nice rhyming,
But flute? He too lords lover?
Meera? Meera? A voice from bus stand,
If someone running from behind,
You moron, you forgot me,
What the hell, you lost your sight?
Am sorry nothing, sit we getting late,
It’s too much cold, sorry I forgot you baby,
Somehow lectures ended,
But not that mysterious, that started the day,
Whole day ended in thinking who he could be,
A guy or if lord of its own,
My prayers if been accepted,
I must visit to temple and the priest,
Meera wanted to tell her mom,
And her friends instead,
But the fact, who would believe,
Was it disgusting?
She thought to tell at least one,
But no right person, at very long list,
She decided to leave all on faith,
She would keep practicing all she taught,
Went to Baake Bihari temple for evening prayers,
With a gist to find clues of flute,
She was standing next to garland flower wander,
And all she saw an another rosemary paper,
Rolled with same flute she kept inside her bag,
Some nausea scent of roses smell,
Passed to her nostrils,
If she was feeling the guy, somewhere close to her only,
A thought to leave the paper there only,
But kept inside the bag, so secretly,
The echoes of chanting name of Baake Bihari all around,
Relaxing the senses, if she want to go to trance,
What? The flute nodes making her vibrate,
She was dancing if she all alone,
Ignoring the fact thousands of crowd,
The guy name Ashish, was playing the flute,
More than with the feelings if madly he is in love with it,
It was not usual enchanting, inside the temple premises,
If lord of own want two pure souls to meet,
Everyone was confused to listen the flute music,
Or to look into the divine eyes of holy look,
Is he is that guy?
She asked herself, in soft voice,
Looking into lord’s eyes,
I wish he could be?
It was 6:27pm precisely,
She needs to get back to her home,
Millions of questions and if anything she don’t know,
The hidden answers,
Simultaneously two thoughts,
Kept on prevailing into her mind,
If it’s he that guy or some different poet,
I should discuss to mom,
But why should I?
3rd February night, pretty cold – even so much,
Meera’s friend rings her up,
Asked for a movie,
The weaving of links, she summoned,
She told, Sugosha – her friends lets meet,
She planned to tell everything to her only,
Finally, she could get rid of heavy day dreaming,
Wrap up her dinner sooner,
Good night, mom and dad she if just whispered,
Locked her gate, mom am too sleepy,
Open her bag, expecting if magician rabbit,
And more a flute if she might play,
She going to get powers of witches,
Her heart was pounding heavily,
She still kisses the flute,
What she is into love- blindly?
She confirms her, nothing as such,
And opens the page, smiling,
She steadied herself,
Starting intently into the blackness of her eyelids,
She breathed deeply,
Began counting to fifteen,
It was silly she realized,
Childish- stupid, all rubbishy – foolish,
But she counted anyhow,
Resisting all, bestial force,
She reads in soft tone,
Pursued her undulate lips,
Muttering something, if close to a prayer,
You are a stranger, so I am,
Don’t want vague – abstractions,
You to carry, for who I am,
Smile, smile like you dance,
Endorphin if release, a stress less – weightless sensation,
I am into he same,
Confirming its not any force of attraction,
Lord’s Baake Bihari. All if I feels messenger of love,
I greet him, for you- how you have been,
The beauty of lord, pure as love I seek,
I worship Govinda, the primeval lord,
Round whose neck is swinging-
A garland of flowers, if mountains hold,
Beautified with the moon locket,
His two hands are adorned with –
Flute and ornaments of gold,
Who always reveals,
In pastimes of love,
His gracefully threefold bending,
Form of Syamasundara is eternally manifest,
A beauty, a divine beauty how I feels looking at him,
My flute is desire of being his devotee,
The black charming image of Baake Bihari ji,
The beauty, no one wanted to lose the sight,
And proximity of divinity,
A perfect metaphor to the combined beauty of –
Lord and his fair consort, Radhaji,
If clouds and lightening,
I wish to perform all three part of the day,
Shringar, Rajbhog, and shayan for my lord with gay,
Look, into their eyes,
But not so long, you might get unconscious,
The glory, the grace, inside the premises,
The lord of love himself resides,
Daily thronged by thousands like you, and me,
By our side,
Meera look up at the watch,
Its 12:04 AM,
But some more left to read,
She goes to drink water,
Feels still lost in flute only,
What next to happen?
She herself, feeling spiritual rather religious princess,
Is this the effect of powerful poetry?
Does he love me?
Why he taking interest in me?
Feeling blessed, missing an unseen guy?
But asked her why she so keen?
She continues,
Finds the definition of love,
A mirror of beauty,
That is the holiness of lord,
And reflects though not,
All its purity and clarity to threshold,
Love is the unknown pattern,
Love is the infinite measure,
And love is the unattainable ideal,
Love is splendid,
And when it’s divine, it’s no word can define,
Moreover, through grace,
Our soul becomes a temple, the true throne,
With the richest and most diversified tapestry,
The beautiful ventures,
Crowns if, with wreaths of the loveliest flowers,
Silvery threads of streams,
Rovers and places,
The twinkling of stars, as diamonds above it,
What heavenly treasures,
What precious pearls,
What magnificent spender,
And more this love, continue to dwell forever,
Hope to see you soon and the letter ended,
No words to say,
She embraced the letter to her bosom,
Teasing destiny she got the one,
God has painted thy heart walls,
Wow, am getting poetic,
And don’t know when she slept,
Leaving all questions, into sound sleep -
If birds eggs in nest,
Wake up Meera, its morning,
If anything buzzing into her ears,
Grace is poured abroad in thy lips,
Therefore hath god blessed thee forever?
She went finds no interest in practicing dance,
If busy in finding her love charm,
If mesmerizing the horizons,
Saying in soft tone,
If you there, want to meet Mr. Poet,
But no voice,
She felt he may come late,
But no one has arrived,
She heard some whispering of feet’s,
To left, thy knees,
Are you busy in rhyming?
And she smiles unknowingly,
Confirming she want to meet him,
But no one, no letter,
Is he fine, or of he got sick,
Why am worrying?
Two days passes,
Without any signs of him,
Must be some prank,
Consoling her of own,
I must move on,
Sugosha – calmly says, its fine sweetheart,
If he have to be for you,
You will meet definitely, trust destiny games,
Meera, backs to same schedule,
But two flutes with rosemary paper,
She went to enquire,
All flute venders and shopkeepers,
But got she don’t succeed,
Lord’s what kind of game are you playing?
She went to lord’s Baake Bihari temple,
Search of the guy, who plays flute there as part of devotional sessions,
Are you Ashish?
She asked so confidently,
A guy two inches smaller to her, but with divine face,
No and he lies, need to go someone calling,
But both felt the pounding of their hearts,
Like thundering of clouds about to calm,
She looks into eyes of lord’s,
With tears of faith and love she dwelled into her soul,
Says nothing, just if feeling low,
Notice to left lane of entrance gate,
One more rosemary paper with flute,
It was confirm he there only,
She said to her, she can find - feeling heavenly,
If a cold chill wave touched her body,
Saying he is around her only,
Picked the letter watching everyone,
If she can find someone familiar,
Still happy, back to home,
The thrills of enchanting,
The wind of a poet,
The nodes of flute,
She never felt this much blessed and special,
Called herself – “A divine angel of love“
Bringing thoughts if they meet,
She would kiss him, won’t think of limits,
The gestures of love and thy romance,
Her eyes were saying everything,
How madly she has gone truly,
Saying herself,
The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite,
But suddenly a thought, made her sadistic,
What if he is not I am falling with,
She ask her, to understand the happenings,
Before she start some false assuming,
Alas, she was happy, not bothering what could have been,
Valentine week too coming,
Obvious some different sensations prevailing,
Skipped her tuition, went to the park,
Followed her intuitions, opened the 3rd paper she got,
Sorry, I am making you so tense,
I don’t know how to approach you for instance,
You are amazing freckles,
You have a quirky sense of humor,
A fantastic laugh,
And the most incredible sense of style,
Beyond all I see,
A devotee, a love I feel for you only,
I saw you in temple,
The first time you were with your mom,
Innocently, when you gave treat to slum children,
I used to practice where you do,
But I left, felt better to see you,
You must be thinking how quickly I rhyme,
Its long stories, the education I got,
I am student of lord’s Baake Bihari ashram,
She was feeling now confidently, it’s him only,
She reads further, we meet daily,
Even from the last three days,
I saw you what all you enquired,
Making prays,
She was feeling if her unseen guy,
Whispering all in her ear,
With intervention voice,
Willing he could sing, for his sweet lullaby,
He could propose her, make her feel divine,
His handwriting is so beautiful,
Better than mine,
And she softly to her, idiot you are lucky,
She could feel the faint breeze against her face,
Too much cold, eyes were getting shut,
But the sky was looking beautiful beyond belief,
Though to ease the grief, she said- meet sooner baby,
And she left the letter in mid,
With a thought it just a dream,
There no love, she should focus on her academics,
She was going back to her home,
Saw Ashish, felt to talk,
But ignored the fact, all she wanted practical thoughts,
With anxieties, why she can’t take risk,
Read the remaining, if she could find actually who is he?
No lights to quench, the mess of questions,
Just consoling herself, to have patience,
She decides to play a trick on Ashish only,
Next evening she took all letters and flutes,
She stared with unblinking,
Fascinated eyes up the road,
Where she was expecting him to appear,
Walking freely, confidently and bold,
With a swing from the hip,
Humming her favorite melodies love tone,
Outside Ashram’s hostel, saw him only practicing flute,
And beautiful birds were all around him,
Wow, beyond my imagination,
She was forgetting why she has come,
All she know now, the flute is fascinating,
Ashish felt some peculiar- familiar voice of feet’s,
She watched her behind, what the matter could be?
He asked himself, in a sort of vacant trepidation,
She doesn’t look very normal, I have ever seen,
If she know now who am I?
She said - a causal hey, may I sit?
Yeah, you- you are the same girl,
So innocently he enquired somehow, acting stranger,
She said- no and she laughed,
And yet, turning him to the trap,
Ask without any hesitation,
If he could play these nodes,
He was getting, she might got an idea,
Came here to humiliate him,
First time he felt, he nervous,
When she exactly there and he can’t reveal,
But before he could have done some,
She handover another paper, saying leaving vrindavan,
First lie from her side, to know what the truth is?
Waited for some response,
He tossed, moaned and now and then inside,
She was watching every movement and every sound outside,
With the unreasonable fear, in his eyes,
A fear to lose her before he got her,
A fear of heart, if getting apart,
He asked if she needs water,
If he can get some time to ponder,
He walked away thoughtfully,
I wondered whether his difference, his strangeness,
We’re not penetrating with repulsion,
The dull nature, if they had begun by irresistibly attraction,
So what’s your name? Have your glass?
What’s in the name, when you have your world together?
And she changed the topic,
Meera, Meera, lord’s Baake Bihari lover,
And a pause she continues, what’s your name?
He remained silent, then went on,
Ashish, follower of whom you reclaim yours,
And she smiled; she got all certain directions,
She got all answers looking inside,
She wrung her hands, thanks for the water,
He forgot he has revealed his name in the letter,
Still tried to look innocent,
You don’t like vrindavan?
He keeps on saying something, I don’t know what,
With the memory of all the talks,
My guy, my life, my world,
The reason I felt for I breathe,
In front of me, he not confessing,
I looked at him narrowly,
Gave him a letter, mine first letter to anyone,
I looked into his short –sighted eyes,
At his dumb eyes, feeling me his life,
Getting an enticing shape, this is my address,
I need to leave, have to do all packing tonight,
But why? Hold on Meera, what’s into your mind?
He tried to stop her; she said 10:00 AM,
And left, she has tuitions,
A gust of wind and a swish of rain answered,
He was trapped into mix situations,
Mind was not working, I got late in proposing her?
The surrounding could feel the pain,
His music his flute than has delivered,
He decided he will go to her home,
No matter if she going, he will reveal everything,
He will propose her for “lord’s blink”
No matter if she going, a tear shed from his left eye,
Lord’s we are separating before meeting,
Don’t be so rude to me,
And he went to temple,
As Ashram fellow guys have the routines,
The most dreadful night, Ashish beared,
Without predicting, the best day he felt he could have,
He did not opened the letter, and had no dinner,
A new morning, 13th February,
He reached nearby, opens the letters,
It was – moron come at sharp timings,
We all have breakfast together,
And the street number, with way map,
He knock the gate, meera – was looking exquisite,
What’s in her mind still, he was not getting,
Come inside you handsome,
And shut the door, before if she get caught,
Sit, he finds no packing, all stuff normal,
Where your parents, today am alone so we are,
And she gave a naughty smile, why you so shy,
It’s you, who gave all rosemary letters,
Yeah, sorry it’s me that guy,
But I swear, there were no wrong intentions,
I love you, the same I do to Baake Bihari,
I feel you complete my soul, my rhyming, my flute,
She says to propose her,
And finally it’s that moment, both waited from so long,
He felt, he could do anything to make her,
He came closer, swiftly,
Touched her hair tenderly,
Both could feel, each other breath,
The sensation – the aura- the romantic moon if lit,
Ashish pulled Meera to him,
I thought you were a goner, he whispered,
He smiled softly, wrapped her into his arms,
I could not leave you, not like that,
He pressed, his lips to her,
Started out as a soft kiss that lingered,
Something switched into me,
Am in heaven, love is thee,
Thy heart, thy lips, thee souls, thee fireworks,
Deep kissing, and hugging as close they could be,
He whispered, you are the reason,
My life, my love and the soft kiss turns wild,
She whispered, you are an awesome poet,
My heart was racing,
He there only, still I was feeling to chase him,
I was feeling she the moon,
Shining over the enchanting waterfalls of mountains,
Her dark hair covered both faces,
I could not help but took my hands,
Pulled her hair back,
Than what I saw, those poetic azure eyes I ever dreamed,
Just like ocean, so beautiful black and brown deeply,
I bend down whispered; I love you as simple as quickly,
She captured his lips, passion burned with the kiss,
Desires in it too, savoring the moments,
He wrapped his arms around her waist,
Fingers intertwined, like meant to be,
May be fairytales really do come true,
And it was just “MY DAY, MY TALE”,
After that so much of quality time they had,
They continued the relation for four years and four months,
Decided to marry, a love, a love marriage,
On 14th June on her birthday,
They know most known couple,
Famous for who they are, after lord’s Baake Bihari ji!
