The Confluence

A mighty river,
a flowing handsome
mass,
And a coy rivulet, smitten by him,
Have a story to tell, so lo and behold.

She raced to touch him,
To slide over his highs and lows,
She danced on alluvial banks with joy,
As she neared him;
Foaming, rippling over the pebbles,

And the time came,
The river ever so stoic,
And she, her eccentric heart beats,
the waves touched the sky;
And the thoughts overflowed,
filled in the dark crevices on the land;

And in a confluence,
When the waters were one,
Her warmth simmered his cool waters,
And her gait, gave an impetus,
To his monotony.

But fate had something else in plan,
In a trifle, a tumult,
They diverged,
She tried hard to hold on,
Clasped his hands tight,
But suddenly felt something amiss,
His grip wasn’t firm,
And as the warmth rose in her,
She realised that it was always her who wanted this.

So she let go, slowly,
And the waters parted,
So did their ways;
She didn’t weep, she was strong,
And sometimes, letting go is strength.

All Over Again

The first days are bliss,

Moments of elation, bursts of love,

Like when a new life,

Blossoms inside you.

 

Kith and kin shower blessings,

And congratulate,

And the couple smiles,

 Content, ecstatic.

 

Then start the risky days,

After the honeymoon curtain falls,

With bumps and kicks,

Just like when the baby grows.

 

Childbirth is agony,

Yet the baby’s first cry,

Lets you forget it all.

Similarly, with all the ups and downs,

Your smile, at the end,

Makes everything worth it.

 

Making me want to go over it,

Over all the flinching pain and bouts of elation,

All over again,

All over again.