debajyotibera: rose is beautiful
akhilg080: so is a lotus
debajyotibera: but the person who is standing in the moonlight with a rose in her hand is far more
akhilg080: and the reflection of her in the water with the lotus is more.
debajyotibera: and her thoughts create ripples in the air which travel o'er the ocean to kiss my ear
akhilg080: her sweet breath fills the air with fragrance which toxicates you..
debajyotibera: when she laughs the sparkle of the pearls lights the sky with twilight; the sun need not rise today
akhilg080: her skin is softer than silk, glowing with the radiance matched by none.....
debajyotibera: her long hair leaves even the longest snakes shorter, but each hair dances with the wind in a perfect symohony
akhilg080: her beautiful eyes twinkle with the sparkle of love with a innocence never seen before..
debajyotibera: when she steps in woods the dusty dead leaves feel proud with the touch of her feet, the greener ones high above long to die to feel that heat
akhilg080: :-)
debajyotibera: but she strangely does not smile looking at the clown in the circus, it reminds her of her valentine who has left her during the wars
akhilg080: she aches for his warm touch, his musky smell which always made her crazy
akhilg080: behind that dazzling smile, there is an ocean of grief..known to none but her..
debajyotibera: and sighs with silent despair with teary looks at the sky, the clouds are all she knows who have gone as far as him
akhilg080: she silently cries in the night, straining to hear his voice calling her name, waiting for the dreadful war to be over...
debajyotibera: but no one knows better than war, he will never return, at least with enough life to caress her
debajyotibera: he has gone far, and far than she can see
debajyotibera: he has gone far and far than she can think
debajyotibera: has gone far and far and maybe at the farthest isle
akhilg080: but there is hope against hope....she runs to the door everytime the postman knocks on the door, hoping for words..words of love from her beloved....
debajyotibera: waiting for her there, in somnolence, she only waits till she knows the way there
akhilg080: words that would give her courage...strength to ignore the whispers of people behind her back, calling her mad, a crazy girl...
akhilg080: but alas, "and they lived happily ever after" only happen in fairy tales....and this was not one...
debajyotibera: and one fine winter morning, they found her lying in the fields
debajyotibera: washed by morning dews, scented by rose petals
akhilg080: exhausted from running in the snow...
debajyotibera: dressed in the colours of lotus
akhilg080: feverishly calling the name of her beloved...
debajyotibera: she has at last found the way to him
akhilg080: dead more inside than outside...
debajyotibera: and we see the end of yet another saga of love
akhilg080: :-)