... AND YOU MADE ME PRICELESS

May be i don't deserve to be with you,

may be it's like some dreams never come true,

but i thank you for all that you gave me,

all your supports,

your time,

and most of all 'a part' of your life,

when i used to call you as 'mine'!

How can i be so churlish by not thanking you,

for your gift of love to me,

which filled my being with vivid colors,

and imbibed cherubic emotions during my rough experiences,

and made me rejoice all the time, as if,

effervescence of my childhood you brought me back;

How can i stop thanking you,

for your lifetime teaching of how to love,

which enabled me to love, not only you but whole the existence

that made me dance in the rain, for no reason, but out of my joy,

touch of the wind then became a soothing touch of your hands,

moon and stars started capturing my glance,

and clouds became d friendly communicators from the heavens;

How can i forget the way your love proselytized me,

from a vapid theist to a vivacious atheist,

worshiping for hours never gave me the delight

that your presence brings in a jiffy,

temples alone are no longer sacred for me,

as my prolific love for nature

has made the whole existence as sacrosanct,

thanks for getting me rid of the illusion of lovely Gods,

i've now embraced the reality of godly Love;

My word of 'thanks' may undermine your preciousness,

'coz words are so worldly and mundane,

that they never perfectly reflect the true feeling,

i apologize for that,

all i can say conclusively is that,

it's virtue of your fetish love that made me feel myself Priceless!