ARE YOU HIM?

Her fingers touched his feet. Something struck like a feeble waft of knowing. This acquainted stranger felt close and lost. Her bridal veils forbid their beholding. Who are you? Are you really him? I thought you were lost?
That night behind the closed fallen curtains which veiled their meeting she had asked the very same questions. The world disapproved this meeting. The temple Gods forbade every such strong emotion. But then, it was done. They had given away to a strongly irresistible weakness. What followed was strength, hope and a new surge they had never seen before.
As his eyes looked into hers she asked, “What makes a priest lost in the depths of priesthood kiss a woman’s feet and say- You complete my world!” He smiled surprised by her question and replied, “I don’t really know. I often wonder why you. But then it was meant to be. One look and letting your emotions flow is all it takes.”
They met. Away from the prying eyes of the world, away from the social dogmas that called them wrong, away from what some named infidelity…
He called her His sacred secret. What more can God gift me is what she thought that day. Every minute was a smiling moment. They were happy. Happy with the secret they lived with. Happy with the emotional and physical games destiny played. How simple can love get! And how beautiful can simplicity be!
But time and destiny have no forever friendship accounts. They betray. One unfair game and its all lost. To the very foundation. No trace of the dream that had come real for once.
She tried to look and intensified her gaze. A million questions ran through her mind. Guesses to of maybe or maybe not. A silent scream which reached no other ears.
But it reached a heart. The one that recognized that touch. The one that wanted to unveil her and see if his lost jewel was lost forever. One look and a lot of questions would be answered. He would let his heart out and tell her every bit. Of the times he had looked for her in the very ruins of that temple. In the wee hours of morning. And the pitch dark of midnight. That he had left only to come back. Only to give away something so that the rest could all be theirs.
He walked out. Two eyes followed him. He stood still for a moment. A tear escaped an eye somewhere to once again be trapped and lost. There it was over. What remained was a faint memory. Of love that was lost. Strings that were torn. And life that puzzles.
Yes some questions. But some questions better left unanswered. Some words better left unspoken. Some times better stay lost. Some people better left unfound… till the end of time.

MY OWN

Is this really me?
Walking alone on the bed of the sea.
My footsteps aren’t safe today,
What if the waves betray me?
But that’s what they are for, aren’t they?
I walk alone and I am their prey.
But then there was a time,
When I hunted the prey I called mine.
When I too was a wave ready to kill.
When I was awaiting my hunt for my fill.
But I refuse that fate for me,
I say no to all who say it’s meant to be.
There was a hand that had kept me safe,
It’s lost to time in that dark lonely cave.
Only if I had one ray of light.
I would find my moon lost in the pitch dark night.
But some other hand has picked my moon I hear,
What I called mine says I belong to another.
I still tread on the waves with a slight shiver
But I shall be fine now, for I have found a healer.
It’s someone I hide from prying eyes.
It’s a virgin that stays hidden in broad daylight.
Its only mine forever and ever.
It stays in me to leave me never.
My secret whispers for some fresh air,
Trapped in me it says a little prayer.
It says I shall carry you through the waves and storm
I shall bring back all the lost calm.
Why so little faith in me?
I am you, in the mirror you shall find me.
I look at you as you look at me,
I am for you are, singing our symphony.