She... A beautiful mirage

Here I sit by the riverside thinking about her. With each passing waves of water my thoughts and love for her only deepens. Her vivid thoughts are playing in my mind just like the fishes play while nibbling the algae. But unlike the green and brown algae I too have sweet and sour memories of her. 

She was no less than the water. She was powerful enough to drown me but was so soft to cleanse me and deep enough to submerge me in her.

But alas..! It was so childish of me to think that waves can remain stagnant at a place. Waves are meant to flow just like as same she trajected her path away from me. The more I tried to hold her in my arms the more swiftly she slipped just like the water. 

But with the passage of time everything started drying up, even the soil which once carried the beautiful sand grains were now on extinction just as my soul with her thoughts are on verge of extinction. 

The only thing which remains still wet are those eyes which still longes for her just as the desert longes for rains. But alas, the desert is no less childish than me as it doesn't understand that he can never have water. He's so devoid of water that all it has is a mirage. 

And yes now I know that perhaps she was a beautiful mirage which left me thinking along the riverside smiling and grinning those green and brown algae moments.

For the one last time.

As she got comfortable in the bus and the bus was about to leave the station, something unusual something unexpected happened. 

She knew she was meeting him for the one last time. Her heart was oozing a number of emotions. At that time her heart was mix of love, anger and  anguish, laced with his perfect smell of ecstasy. 

In a jiffy she jolt bolted the door open, got down the bus and embraced him for the one very last time. He was still awe-struck and busy collecting his senses back about what really happened.

By the time he could realize about what was that, she was far away in her own journey of life carrying a whole load of emotions deep down her heart where he'll be preserved and cherished forever.

Under the Creamy moonlight- (Part-1)

I stood under the creamy moonlight, just to realize that unlike the moon you too are the beautiful creation of God. Just like the phases of moon I know you too grow each and every night and I am in love with all of those phases. 

I loved it when we were just acquainted with each other just like the moon is with the sky on its very first day of cycle. But what took my breath away was that the curve of your smile - which is far more prettier than the crescent of the white globe. 

I got  more in love with you when you were in juvenile phase. But you totally blew me when you were at your peak. 

Your elegance was so luminous that even the darkest corners of my heart were shining like a sky on a full moon day.

I hate it just like I love it..!!!

                                 

I hate the winds when they disrupts the light branches of this bush, but I love the same wind when it make your hair tresses  fall on your cheeks.

I hate it when the sunlight falls on the it's leaves and leaves the tender leaves scorching, but I love the same sunlight when it falls on your face striking at perfect angle from the corner of your eyebrow to end of your square cut jawline.

Just like this buds I know you too will bloom someday and at that moment I want to be there. I want to be around you, I want to be beside you, gripping your hand and entangling our fingers into each other just like these pollen are.

In the chilly days I'll wrap you around just like the leaves wrap the buds and give you warmth. And on hottest day I'll uncover you petal by petal just to reveal your true inner beauty laced with the best of fragrance known to a man.

I want to be with you all along the journey starting from the day of the seed sowing to the final day of autumn. But don't you worry when we'll be old and so feeble that small light breeze will take us to the ground but believe me that'll not be our end. We'll rise up again from the ashes and together will bloom again.

But I still will hate the gushing winds, scorching sunlight just as the same I love it.