As her mother smeared turmeric paste over her face, she could not feel the thrill she had always wanted to feel.Something went missing on her 'GAYE HOLUD'.
As she sat in the mandap with a smiling face to the guests, posing for pictures.Nobody could make out whom did her Kohl - rimmed eyes searched for.She melody of shehnai overpowered the elegy in her heart.
Her Brothers carried her over on the 'PIRI'.It was the time for 'SUBHO DRISTI'.Hiding her face behind the betel leaves,she utterly hoped to see those twinkling eyes which took her breath away everytime she saw them.
Her eyes met with a man.'Husband' - the society said , 'A stranger' - her heart murmured.The 'SAPTAPODI' made her feel suffocated.Was it because of her heavy wedding ensemble? Or the burden of making promises to an unknown person ? She was overwhelmed with surge of agony.
The 'SINDOOR-DAAN' chocked her last flick of hope to death..The 'LOJJABOSTRO' hanged her head.'Diffidence'- they teased, 'Defeat'- She muttered.
She wanted this day to be a different one.Destiny played its role.
She sighed and looked up. She saw the brightest star twinkling at her..She closed her eyes and saw those twinkling eyes once again.
-
Rishta dosti ka ho ya pyaar ka
Har chiz bardaasht hoti hai
Jhuth bilkul bhi nahi...-
Success is just a fantasy
The ultimate truth is
Wisdom through sufferance.-
still remember that
last week of ours,
when you told me
how blossomed
you feel with time,
and i.i.i, stupid i
popped up the question
a rhythm drops.
lyrics floods.
No more on same page.
You clarified and left
on monday, why?
saturday or sunday
would have been better
but that's how you lose rhythm
just lyrics flushing out.
your love was bailment,
temporary possession
of your heart to mend
as purpose accomplished
you paid your consideration,
now here you dispose me of.
Got new purpose.
Play bailor, Find bailee.-
speak out my sufferance,
for suffer I must,
because I cared.-
Her eyes, they fill with tears
Her heart, it bleeds with pain
Her soul forever lingers
Wishing he could have stayed.-
#Sufferance
He prefer to listen everything said clearly,
Without any diplomacy shedding words.
But why he felt no land beneath his feet,
After those twisted words from her, he heard.
Book #Yesterday9
-Aakash V Shivach-