Dear beloved....

Murmuring hymns in praise of the beloved,

Oh, the miraculous ways of a soul writing poetry,

Paving arduous ways to everlasting togetherness,

On encountering another soul, beginning its story.

Embarking on a journey united as one,

Sharing laughter, sorrows, dreams, and desires.

Hand-in-hand carefree they run,

Unfazed by the cruel ways in which jealousy conspires.

Love is the remedy for an aching heart,

It's warmth, a rescue from the chills of callousness.

A cool gush of wind soothing the blisters,

It's chastity, a refuge from the sins of amativeness.

Drowned in the elixir of love,

Spent sleepless nights in conjunction with the moon.

Ignorant of a curse in face of the world,

what to the soul is purely a boon.

Vows and promises of sticking together,

with vivid dreams clouding their innocent eyes.

Dancing blithe on the tunes of serendipity,

Unknown of the societal treachery and its blatant lies.

Why is there heartache in love, Oh beloved,

With the world forcing its rules and regulations?

Shattering the dreams to bits and pieces,

causing the immense pain of dreadful separation?

Murmuring hymns in anticipation of the beloved,

Oh, the miraculous ways of a soul writing poetry,

Yearning for an everlasting togetherness in the heavenly abode,

By merging with its twin soul, fulfilling its story.

- Meemansa Mishra