His eyes are still, but glittering with joy
Overflowing with a stream of emotions, doing the talking on behalf of his heart
I give him the hug, and we together kiss the nest, where our love from now on is going to dwell.
We feel whole and complete and we watch him glow
As if he was waiting for us to cross the threshold
To make a living, to share, to cherish, to dream, to hope and to celebrate life with him
To promise to him that we’ll be together till the very end
We see him stretching his arms and screeching ‘welcome home friends’!!
And we step in……….
We ask him if he’ll give us peace
And he says he only returns what he gets
We ask him whether he’ll bring us luck
“They say luck is a lady and I know how to handle it only if you get one for me my friends” he responds with a wicked smile.
Then we burst out in laughter and we ask no more…………
Our shadows make friends and so does our soul
We surrender to him and ask him to hold us, and protect us from the rough weathers that destiny might hold
We also seek to retake the vows of love and live those till death do us apart.
And we know he is going to be our mentor in this brand new start.
As we dust his face, and adorn him, with colours - red, pink and brown
We sense a smell - the fragrance of love, affection and happiness around
We feel the warmth, the care with which the doors slide
The windows wanting to split open to let the universe slip in and be a part of our world.
He knows what he means to us
He is a dream come true, a quest of our hearts and the custodian of our life, from here on…….
He is our everything and do you know why?
Coz he is our home …………. our wings to fly.
Congratulations!! It wasn’t only for the much awaited reestablishment or the final settlement or as it seems to be with your brand new HOME & family. It was much more than that, with your expression of the ample gratitude for the same. A refreshing read. Something what you called just straight out of Romantic ballads or breezy feelings. A sheer poetry with a lot of accents from philosophy, warmth & love, for sure. Who says Gift of the gab is important? After reading you, we all are sure that poetry comes from life & life peeps out from every nook & corner from poetry, your poetry! God bless you .
ReplyDeleteThanks Kushal. Yes it is indeed the joy of having a home to live in, and calling that your own.Its special in so many ways. And yes i agree life very much peeps out through poetry. Would be waiting for one such piece from ur end & Am sure that will be brilliant!
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