A Fantasy Becomes a Reality...

Journey of our relation is a journey of ecstasy,

I recall the days when it used to be a fantasy,
despite knowing reality i chose to stay in reverie,
first time I found myself inebriated consciously;

Arrival of your spring became arrival of romance in life,
when your very first glance, became my own chance,
from a short distance only you were coming towards me,
like a goddess of beauty is appearing before its devotee,
then depth of your eyes gave an exquisite surprise,
it made all paradise when you waved in 'Hi'!

I wondered how aberrant my inner world went,
thoughts moved stray,
consciousness was working subconsciously,
muscles became flaccid and mind no longer placid,
heart was beating with bangs perpetually,
and my Soul was suddenly awoke
as if something hidden has suddenly provoked
the very first time i came to know its presence,
and i was clear of the very purpose of my existence;

Your candor smile ashamed the splendor of sun
i wondered in no time how sunset happened,
your mellifluous words were extolling sermons of bible,
with an echo inside me spontaneous and gradual,
your look at me was exquisitely unbearable,
pierced deep my within, continuously lethal,
i found it, certainly, a trap of the destiny,
who sent this angel to ensnare this innocent guy;

That was the day and till today,
i'm no longer myself as
my self is only 'yourself',
you gave me every reason of celebration,
even in case of no-occasion,
it's so ecstatic to feel that fantasy,
which is now more a reality.

Why Do I Close My Eyes...

I wonder how wierd it is,
every moment I wish to see you,
but during every wish I close my eyes,
making the task convenient and ecstatic,
but why is it so?
Is there something significant in closing the eyes?
otherwise how come the two opposite things become sponteneously simulteneous!

I wait for rains all around the year to dance in it,
but when it does, I close my eyes,
and feel its drops kissing my face,
and rejoicing my sluggish spirit;

I eagerly wish to walk across the Rose Garden,
but while doing so, I close my eyes,
and feel the redolence penetrating to the fetid corners of my heart;

While visiting a temple, I wish to see God there,
but while paying obeisance, I close my eyes,
and feel His iridescent presence inside;

So these activities look so different yet extraordinarily common,
i close eyes while wishing, praying, kissing, singing;

It is as if all beautiful experiences do not involve eyes,
they are unseen.
While I see, I give the things only perfunctory glance,
but while I close eyes,
a communication establishes between outside and inside,
integrating the two and complementing,
and this complementary integration is rejoicing
and the felicity of that rejoice is what closes my eyes!