A story of love

She was lying on his bed
And he kept staring at her
With the eyes of a beast
That he was
She was not a beauty
Just a simple average girl
There was something about her
That made her more than beautiful
A streak of innocence and purity
Radiated from her eyes
Her body was shivering and aching
She was crying in pain
There was something about her tears
They made his frozen heart melt
He was feeling the feelings
That remained unfelt yet
He moved closer to her
First time with an intension
To help a lady
He was surprised at this
Changed self of his
That felt reluctant
To touch a women
He looked at her lips
And something told him that
Those were the lips
That could suck the venom
That he had been carrying
In his nerves for years now
Those were the lips
That could infuse sweetness
Into his bitter blood
But he feared her touch
Same way as a devil
Years the touch of divine
He didn’t know why
He just found himself
Actually calling a doctor
To help her
Something inside him
Said, she shouldn’t suffer
He felt a unique sensation in his eyes
Shocking for him to see
Tears flowing through his eyes
As he checked in a mirror
Was he in love?She reminded him of
Someone very close to his heart
He felt childlike
Like the child he was years ago
A cute little face popped up
On the screen of his mind
It was as innocent a face
As that of the girl lying before him
Dancing merrily
Doing funny steps
Accompanied by a friend of
About her age
The boy was singing
And the girl
Was trying to read his lips
She was deaf and dumb
A knock at the door
Distracted his imagination
It was the doctor
Doctor said her problem was
More Psychological than physical
She needed to be comforted
Needed to be caressed
Something he was not good at
She suffered from bouts of nervousness
Doctor had said hot soup will help
So he helped her with a cup of hot soup
She grabbed the cup hard
With her shivering hands
And gulped the entire soup instantly
As if trying to fill in some emptiness inside
He tried to take back the cup
But she pulled back
Wiping off the soup around her lips
She looked at him
The childlike looks
The looks of a child
Asking more from mother
Ok I will get you more
He said smilingly
And went inside
This time she was
In no mood to help herself
She moved aside to
Create room for him
And gestured him
To sit by her side
And he followed the suite
First time in his life
He was following
The orders of a lady
She held his shirt tightly
It opened revealing his locket
He tried to loosen her grip
But couldn’t
Her eyes were pleading
She wanted him to held her tightly
She felt nervous
She was shivering vigorously
He lied her down
She was still holding him tightly
He was leaning over her
And ironically he had no clue
He was feeling scared
Don’t worry you will be ok
He said and held her tightly
Trying to comfort her
Then a magic happened
First time a girl in her arms
Felt so secured that she felt asleep serenely
He wanted to kiss her
Something told her
She shouldn’t kiss this girl
Without her permission
He stared at her glowing face
For some moments
He started feeling lighter
And finally he felt asleep by her side

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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

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