He was a London-born Indian designer
Inspired by the rich cultural heritage
That is synonymous with India
And she was a ballet dancer
With sophisticated tastes
And a champion for social causes.
Both knew each other for some time
And soft flames of love and desire
With emotions cascading in all forms
Grew gently in her heart
Sparkling a ray of hope.
He was the answer to her prayers,
The warmth that encased her
And when she thought of him,
Be it dawn or dusk,
A sweet radiance of happiness
Glimmered in her grey eyes.
Her soul embodied the perfection
Of love God had created.
One evening, while they walked
Fingers intertwined,
in the long
Promenade in the pine forest,
She unraveled to him
The sweet mystery of her love.
The horizon shone
Luminescent orange and white.
The birds sang unheard melodies
And she felt stepping on
A threshold to a new experience.
He held her close to his heart
And she whispered in his ears,
‘I know your heart is not mine,
Yet, give me a small place
In the backyard of your heart.’
He held her closer to him,
With a resplendent smile
He strolled his fingers on her hair.
‘In love, I don’t give all my heart,
I always keep some to myself
And this precious part,
I give it to you now,’
The strings of her heart
Strummed into celestial melody
In an air scented with lavender.
Enfolding her soul in his,
He gave her his first passionate kiss.
A beautifully penned love encounter working on both physical and metaphysical levels.
Thanks dear Parneet for this wonderful comment which i love lots.
A splendid ,multi-layered romance.
Thanks dear Vijay for this wonderful comment, i really appreciate.
Beautiful love and passion….in perfect lyrics…
Thanks dear Swati for this kind and loving comment.