It is just one day ago, and my eyes viewed the glimpse of an eternal love. I was utterly bewildered and mesmerized by the sight of the glorious unconditional love, the emotional overflow of words that my ears were unwilling to escape the moment few of them managed to penetrate it,they ejaculated the romantic flavour that remained unnoticed by the congested materialistic minds.
I was returning back home, from a tiring journey when I encountered this sweet lovers careless about the world, busy establishing their own thoughts and feelings. The train was moving at its pace and I was more focused on receiving the maximum breeze that one can to soothe herself in the heated afternoon of a midsummer day, when suddenly my eyes captivated the two lovers unaware of the world. Why should they be aware? how should they be aware? they were gifted not to be aware, to be careless and to be blind to the adverse blackness, their sight were open to the beauty of an hollow belief which they might have visualized through their mind, drew the idea from hearing or imagining about how blissful life should be. They were beggars by profession and both of them were happy with it as they knew not the marketable side of life ...their eyes were not their friend and had deceived them since their birth ...but indeed love is blind in this blinded world where we search it in archies galleries, hotel rooms and might be in some more sophisticated materialistic aspects. The love birds- two pigeons, stone made, lifeless, catches our eye to define the solitude and glory of love, but it fails to visualize the love that is hidden in some unopened envelope ...and I got the opportunity to open the envelope....there the two beggars sweet conversation and the companionship wrote the whole meaning this four lettered word contains, they were married, and were determined to keep their marriage vow. The station was arriving where they will depart, they walked near the door of the compartment, but they just managed the opposite side, few of the passengers were sympathetic enough to provide them with the right information. He managed it but the wife, she was taking a step more to meet her destiny with death and then it was the husband whose love saved her, his sight was not with him but love was with him and he pulled her back to life. She greeted her savior with a happy smile, and love filled shy 'thank note' the closeness of their body and the intercourse of their thoughts highlighted their feelings and enhanced their love, the caressing of the wife by him, the playing of his fingers over her hair, the slight touch of the tip of his finger running across her forehead her eyebrows her eyes .... and her lips showering the most natural glistening smile..... they came close to each other and almost lost themselves in the moment of reuniting where the husband was happy to get her back....and she being loved and saved by the secure arms of her love..whom she never saw but felt. The station arrived and amid the crowd they were lost paining my eyes ...but engraving themselves in my mind.
I was returning back home, from a tiring journey when I encountered this sweet lovers careless about the world, busy establishing their own thoughts and feelings. The train was moving at its pace and I was more focused on receiving the maximum breeze that one can to soothe herself in the heated afternoon of a midsummer day, when suddenly my eyes captivated the two lovers unaware of the world. Why should they be aware? how should they be aware? they were gifted not to be aware, to be careless and to be blind to the adverse blackness, their sight were open to the beauty of an hollow belief which they might have visualized through their mind, drew the idea from hearing or imagining about how blissful life should be. They were beggars by profession and both of them were happy with it as they knew not the marketable side of life ...their eyes were not their friend and had deceived them since their birth ...but indeed love is blind in this blinded world where we search it in archies galleries, hotel rooms and might be in some more sophisticated materialistic aspects. The love birds- two pigeons, stone made, lifeless, catches our eye to define the solitude and glory of love, but it fails to visualize the love that is hidden in some unopened envelope ...and I got the opportunity to open the envelope....there the two beggars sweet conversation and the companionship wrote the whole meaning this four lettered word contains, they were married, and were determined to keep their marriage vow. The station was arriving where they will depart, they walked near the door of the compartment, but they just managed the opposite side, few of the passengers were sympathetic enough to provide them with the right information. He managed it but the wife, she was taking a step more to meet her destiny with death and then it was the husband whose love saved her, his sight was not with him but love was with him and he pulled her back to life. She greeted her savior with a happy smile, and love filled shy 'thank note' the closeness of their body and the intercourse of their thoughts highlighted their feelings and enhanced their love, the caressing of the wife by him, the playing of his fingers over her hair, the slight touch of the tip of his finger running across her forehead her eyebrows her eyes .... and her lips showering the most natural glistening smile..... they came close to each other and almost lost themselves in the moment of reuniting where the husband was happy to get her back....and she being loved and saved by the secure arms of her love..whom she never saw but felt. The station arrived and amid the crowd they were lost paining my eyes ...but engraving themselves in my mind.
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