I miss Him, like the Sun misses the Moon,
Separated only by a thin dusk of gloom,
I miss Him, how the peacock misses the rain,
How the earth waits for showers amidst her pain.
It was only about yesterday, I remember His sight,
His eyes shining like lotus jewels against the twilight,
We exchanged garlands just as we exchanged glances,
Our tale began, of romances and chances.
Banished from the kingdom, we traveled afar,
Drifting through dewy nights under the Pole star,
Hand in hand, crossing ridges and mountains,
Across oysters and pearls, rivers and fountains.
The mystic groves singing songs of our love,
Whispering folklore to the quiescent dove,
The butterflies, a witness to our saga there,
But the deer will forever remain a sign of despair.
A tragic misfortune, a twist in the tale,
Remembering that moment still turns me pale,
I shouted but no one seemed to hear my cry,
Like a bird forced to fly in the sky.
They say that this Ashoka tree,
Stands for stillness, no pain, no plea,
But here, all I've felt is sorrow,
Awaiting a brighter tomorrow.
I've shed tears, in a torrential motion,
Drops of water more than the ocean,
Because my love for him is like the sea,
Pure, vast ocean of milk, extending to infinity.
His name, engraved in my every breath,
I'll wait for him even beyond my death,
His name, peaceful enough to calm me,
Like an anchor balancing the boat to the shores of the sea.
I know and I trust Him, I believe in His sign,
He'll cross the ocean and be here in no time,
He'll free me and set the wheel to restart,
For He is the deity in the sanctum sanctorum of my heart.
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Pristine Love - Poems of Divine Adoration
Poetry"Destiny clearly has a great and magical role in the coming together of two hearts which are meant to be together and beat as one." What does Love feel like? It must be truly divine for my heart beats with rhythm at the mention of My Beloved. Yes, L...
