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Simple things

What is more exquisite than a  night sky after a long day of rain, Dark and blue illuminated with stars and clouds And the tint of moonlight spreads on cloudy lane. Long standing white hibiscus, Buzz of cricket, Raindrops over tree leaves and the fireflies' visit. What is more exquisite! What is more exquisite!

When I first saw you

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On a spring morning, I sat on the silent corner of the lawn. You entered the place with some of your fellows. It seemed like trees waved at your arrival. The calm sunshine smiled over the spring flowers.  I'd never seen you before but there was something that intrigued me. The silence of my lips eloped the clamour of my heart. Love enslaved my soul they had just found her mate. The deliverance filled up my heart. The flock of birds just took the first flight of the day to embrace the sky. You left the place within a few minutes. No one had the slightest idea of my exquisite experience. And there left a woman whose heart agitated to break all the worldly bondages.  Then the wind sang in my ears, "We are going to meet soon". 

The Day We Met...

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I still remember the day we met. The sun was burning hot. But then clouds of heaven smiled over us. And they witnessed our meet. The angels behind the clouds showered their blessings. That day I embraced the silence to listen to your words, to embed those words in my heart like pearls.  Words that were not of worldly wisdom, but the words of freedom. Words of ecstasy soothed the silence of lips and melted my stormy soul. The words of your song even excited the birds. Wind of love was flowing and the fragrance of flowers scented the garden. We sat there for long hours. The sun reached below the horizon and mist covered the whole garden. Your lips kissed my forehead and bid me good bye. Then you lost in the midst of mist with a smile on your face. And there left a woman who had just experienced the eternal joy of love for the first time and the misery of separation from her lover.
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Nidhi katoch
A silent observer in search of her TRUE HOME. If you like my writings, do comment and share... Views are extremely personal and are original writings of mine.

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