the wait

I was exulted, for our date. It had been a long wait that night before. Your essence magnetizing my mind towards you. The night had been long yet pleasing; I saw the stars twinkling and the moon smiling, as if it was asking me for persistence. Its glimmer reminded me of your smile. The moon was newly born may be a couple days old but it spoke clearly. She console me and said the wait would be over soon and she would be anxiously waiting to see us together she also promised to be brighter when she see us.
I immersed into her thoughts, about her dress her long hair, being matured at her kid-dish sayings, the essence of her perfume her unforgettable smile, her glittering eyes that hypnotizes each time I look in, I feel like heaven. The night grew old as my wait grew young, slumber refused to visit me magnifying my wait. I felt like a father waiting for his baby to see the first glimpse of the world. I was in complete euphoria.
The dusk was nearly over as the orange twilight engulfed the twinkling stars and the moon offering me wishes before she vanished. The locket I bought for her resembled the young morning sun, golden and bright, made me feel the day has come and my wait was just about over. The sky camouflaged from black to orange now blue, the sun brighter.
Alarming the city to get up in its tows by each passing moments. I felt to ring her and welcome her to this new day, but I stopped perhaps because I thought it was too early for her to rise. But my heart felt like a young flamingo that’s anxious for its first flight yet feared to take the risk. I looked at the clock in every passing second and felt the world stood still and clock stopped ticking.
But time never betrayed as it waits for none. It was just a few hours left for my wait to be real. I wanted to look the best in the world that day. I searched for my attire’s but nothing seemed to be perfect. nothing satisfied me to impress her . The time moved like a rocket as I tried on everything I had…until it was too late to carry on that search any more I rushed out with a dilemma of not being perfect but my heart consoled that it was the best I could be…it said its me what matters more than the color of the cloth ….i waited anxiously for her as I tried to perfect myself but my emotions was far beyond my control…….the moon came as she promised on time unlike her … until we saw her at a distance she seemed to be a fairy in flesh and blood I rushed………the moon smiled the stars blessed ..and I mesmarized………

it feels like luv

It feels like the first drop of rain after summer. It feels like to seeing the morning star rise bringing the first light to the world after a prolonged darkness. It feels like the young bud to blossom and spread fragrance to the world, seducing the honey bees to extract sweetness from it. It feels like standing lonely by full moon dusk and witnessing the universe above. It feels like speaking to the sea getting its responses turbulent and calm. It feels like LOVE. . It drives me to gallop through an open meadow in search for the queen and each time I think of her I feel to missing every moments with her while I ride, I ride faster to reach in a nanosecond.
I cogitate about her royal red attire, her waiting impatiently for my arrival, she is perhaps looking at the shadow of a tall pine tree from her ebony window pane and noticing every passing minutes which seems to be an hour for her. She tickles her golden ruby necklace facing the front door waiting for me and ready to envelope me as soon as I reach…..
I ride through the last miles of my journey waiting for the moment when I see her and get mesmerized. I ride the mount in my euphoric moments and the last few seconds of my ride …I forget the world .its just she who dwell in the universe.
I enter through the rich royal gateway …
She anxious yet ignorant about my arrival. Her expression speaks that it took me longer than she expected. She silently went to her room not speaking and I followed her in valour. The story goes on…….my princess it is you who comes to my mind when I am just thinking about myself because I am not even a mere dust if you were not with me. My dream my imagination is just a reflection of you within me.

princess

The city was in its perfect blend on that spring evening. I was solitude until I found a princess who came like a dream and entered into my life to change things for ever. It was not destiny but a profound miracle. It showed that my dreams were being answered. I felt that my heart beat faster and my eyes mesmerized. I saw the first picture of my dream that I have always felt to be fictitious. It was no destiny but a profound miracle. The machine that brought the princess to me through a few million cables gave me a reason to live for a million year to see my dream as a reality again and again unchanged. The princess was ignorant when I first revealed my presence through letters which I sent her in my euphoric moments which perhaps Newton experienced after his search for gravity was over. but it was not later when the princess revealed herself….. it was the moment when the world stood still and my mind stopped working it was just my heart that felt an immense happiness. Later we came friendly and close until… on this blessed day when I take an opportunity to let the princess know that. It is YOU u for whom I can live a million year and still find u as mesmerizing as that day my princess.