My Beautiful 'Red Beauty'

Diwali season was approaching and we had just shifted to a very beautiful new home. So much to settle in so few days; my parents and brother joined us soon enough to help us shove the dresses into the cupboards and March furniture to their places. All were going grand and when almost done, we all decided to go for a small outing to add to the great time we were having. Our little red beauty stood their waiting for us to hop in and run away to anywhere we desired.

Like there isn’t a tomorrow, mom and me chitchatted about everything under the sun as we sat in our red beauty. Around an hour later, heading back home, we noticed a burning smell. Presuming it to be from the neighborhood, we ignored and decided to move on. At that fraction of the second, as a reflex action though, I turned behind for no specific reason, to see some glowing fire sort of particles flying away from underneath our vehicle. Instantly, I shouted, “ STOP THE CAR!!! THERE IS SOMETHING UNDERNEATH… I SAW SOMETHING!!!!”. My shriek did work and my husband decided to have a look. But everything seemed to be perfectly fine and everyone started to complain about my “Imagination”. Very much confused, I sat there recalling what I saw. While getting back to his driver’s seat, my husband noticed a slight smoke from inside the bonnet. A little panicked, he jumped off his seat to inspect the smoke. Noticing something wrong, my dad and my brother got off the car, accompanying my husband. The next thing I heard was my brother shout, “MA! ECHI! GET OUT OF THE CAR! THE CAR IS ON FIRE!” I freaked and got off the car when my mom ran off through the other side with my baby. As I ran away from the car, I saw Fire raging from the car engine; I was speechless, shocked. I felt sudden chills run through my spine as I watched my red beauty burn in front of my eyes. Tears went on pouring in and holding them back never even occurred to me. Many people around me were trying to make me look away but how can I? My red beauty was in front of me burning and I was standing there staring and doing nothing. Suddenly it started to horn, so loudly that it defended me for a second. For the rest of the world it was mere a car horn, but for me, it was a cry for help. I felt helpless. Even though I saw the fire brigades rush in I felt helpless. Slowly after say 5 minutes my Red beauty’s horns started to fade as if it was dying and was in its last stages. Then it stopped. The emotion I felt at that moment was beyond words. Slowly everything settled, and the fire was under control. While my brother, husband and dad stayed back making phone calls and dealing with the situation, one nice man offered us a ride home.

Today here we stand, without even a scratch while God knows where our Red beauty is ……. in scraps. The day I lost my red beauty, was when I realized how much was it a part of us. Now we do have another ride, I call it ‘The Red Dragon’ this time. Hope it would be with us as long as we wish to.

Much beyond what they seems

Some day’s back, I went through an article, revealing a part of my thought that was never before explored. I live a normal life as any parents do. Doing everything I can for my baby and when now thought upon, expecting her to be grateful in her future for my so-called ‘selfless deeds’. But now, after that article was read, I realize that it is rather I who has to be thankful to my baby for helping me undergo this transition, I am undergoing now.

Surfing through web pages for general baby caring tips, my eyes caught a page that was nothing out of the ordinary. Its bold black title saying, “I love my baby” convinced me to just look through it. But every word I came across touched my deepest motherly emotion, taking me to a height from where I could see what my baby was doing for me.

Babies are an absolute magic of nature with the perfect amount of perfection in charisma, innocence and everything magical. Before my thoughts were altered, if I were asked to describe a baby, I would say, “Cute, innocent and sweet”. But when asked to describe a mother, I would have had infinite words to say. May be its because I being a daughter, see my mother do anything and everything for my mere smile.

I didn’t mind my sleepless nights and many such situations I faced, to make my baby happy. Every time I did something for her, all I thought was about her comfort and happiness. But what did I know that my baby, as she grew, was transforming me from a girl to a complete woman.

Her incapability to do anything on her own taught me responsibility. How better can anyone learn to be responsible than looking after a baby? Thinking and doing things for her, automatically made me mature. Her inefficiency to categorize right from wrong helped me be more vigilant, involving and observing. But the biggest part is yet to come. I never realized before that a baby who doesn’t know anything, literally anything, would know to love his/her mother more than her.

As with me, at times, TV shows or any other work I do, carries me away forgetting, for a moment though, about my baby; but she has never forgotten to have a glance at me, even if she is indulged in her most favorite activities. On occasion, amongst my busiest days, I fail to see those innocent eyes gazing and smiling at me; but I haven’t seen her miss even my single smile. Also, when our eyes meet, before my reflexes jump towards her, I see her charging into my arms irrespective of what comes between us. Tears literally rolled off my eyes as I realized it. I was also happy that I love my mom more than she does.

I sat back on my chair looking at my baby who was having a sound sleep besides me. I was feeling an indescribable emotion for her. “My little sweet heart” I thought as tears rolled off my cheeks, “Blessed with a baby as you, I am more than overwhelmed to love you beyond myself. Thank you for being mine.” Saying so I gave her a sweet soft kiss on her cheeks. Moaning slowly she turned to me, placing her delicate little soft hand on me and went back to her dreams.

Reliving a wonderful day

On a bed, I laid facing the walls,

With my baby, inside my belly, so small.

Recalling everything that happened that day,

And worrying if my baby being ok.

The pressure of my blood, rise with no control,

The reason why, exactly no one knows,

Drugs and shots showered like never before,

But my pressure kept increasing more and more.

Then that night, my doctor came to talk,

And told me “Honey, all’s not as we thought”,

I bet I was dead for a second or so,

“My baby…?” I asked, in a tone very low.

“Your baby is fine” ah…finally she said,

Music were, those words to my ears,

Then there was a “but” that followed,

That held my breath for a moment more.

“We need to take your baby out”,

“Already, a lot of time we’ve lost”.

Those words sent me to a state of fright,

Dreadful thoughts crept off my mind.

I wished my husband were there with me,

And my parents for once I wanted to see,

What if I didn’t make it through the moments to happen?

How will I tell them how much I love them?

With scissors and knives cutting through my belly,

I lay there staring at the lights above me.

Deaden and numb I felt my body,

And my head filled with thoughts eerie.

All I heard were those metal clinking sounds,

And suddenly I heard a sound that felt odd.

I soon realized it was my baby cry aloud,

Oh my GOD! My baby is now born!

I don’t remember anything from then on,

I was in my own new beautiful thoughts,

Of a life I were to live from then on,

As a mother of my little new born.

Once again reliving that wonderful day,

Simply lightens up my little face,

And make me gaze at my bundle of happiness,

To realize how precious she is to us.

nb-> my baby is now 9 mnths old.....

A memory to cherish

It was 3 in the afternoon; the labor room doors were shut closed. Dharam walked to and fro in apprehension, Sayanthini sat on a chair supporting Janaki amma who was limitlessly worrying. There was tension filled in the environment. Suddenly the labor room doors opened. Everyone’s eyes ran to the door. A nurse came out with a white bundle. “It’s a Girl”, she said. Dharam ran to the nurse to hold his angel. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he recalled her small kicks and jerks he felt on his darling Sandhya’s tummy and now here she is all cuddled up, in his hands. Tears rolled off his eyes; “She is beautiful” He whispered and kissed the baby’s forehead. “Yes she is, Dharam,” replied Janaki amma who was now a grandma. Sayanthini was eager to hold her niece. She carefully held the baby in her arms. Within no time, Sandhya was united to her family; Sandhya and Dharam looked at each other. There was a wordless conversation between their eyes. Suddenly the baby interrupted them with her cry, Dharam laughed at this and to the baby he said “Yes darling, now you will get all our attention”. The rest too laughed to what he said and enjoyed the moment at its fullest.

For You My Dear…….

The instant I acknowledged your existence in me,

I stood there astounded, smiling in glee

Droplets of tears rolled out from my eyes,

I don’t know why at that moment I cried.

Was it the happiness or love that I felt?

Or an emotion for which words would fall less,

Or a sensation about u being in me,

Beautiful was it, which ever the reason be.

Your father, who as well, stood there speechless,

Had a smile on his face and a look of excitement,

Though stronger than me, tears rolled off his eyes,

He too must have had the feelings as mine.

Punching and kicking you created a bond,

An attachment to describe was words beyond,

Our touch and stroke performed as to respond,

A beautiful connection had now been formed.

Time ticked off and bigger you grew,

Your punching and kicking was now stronger too,

The enliven and hearty movements you made,

Showed us how exiting was the feeling you had.

Darling, my dear, we love you so much,

Waiting for the day you will accompany us,

And win our hearts with that charismatic touch,

Eagerly waiting for you so much.

N.B-> This poems was written when i was pregnant. Reading this poem makes me wonder that this little princess of mine was the one who was all kicking in my belly some months ago.It is a speechless feeling.

UNEXPECTED

“Mom! Doesn’t Anushitha dhidhi and Slokh jiju make an awesome couple?” asked Vikha as she excitedly gazed at the newly wedded couple posing for the cameras clicking at them. Without even blinking her eyes she walked slowly thinking about them “Everyone here is to celebrate their unity, they are so luck, I wish..……” when suddenly she dashed into someone. “I am so sorry I was….” And she looked up to apologize. But she forgot every single word to say when she saw him. A 6 ft tall, fair, dashingly handsome young gentle man holding her hands to stop her from falling. Their eyes did the talking for the next few seconds. But before anyone could notice them they regained their sense to walk away as if nothing happened. After this incident all Vikha could think about is this man. Her eyes searched every nook and corner for him. Bad luck may be, she couldn’t find him anywhere. On the way back home too all she thought about was him, him and only him.

The next day, Vikha as usual, dressed up to go to the college. At college, Vikha and her friends spent the whole time discussing about this man she came across the previous day at the function. She just couldn’t get him off her mind. Returning home, she saw a Red Ford Icon parked in front of her house. With a very confused expression, Vikha wondered whose it was. Slowly entering the house she saw many unfamiliar having tea with her parents. “Here she is!” Said her father with a pinch of excitement in his voice, “Go and freshen up honey, we have some guests waiting to meet you.” Understanding the whole situation she was walking to the next room when by the corner of her eye she saw her “unknown handsome man” sitting at the last sofa staring at her with a stunning smile. Before she could ensure it was really him or simply her imagination she had entered the next room. To go back and have look wasn’t a good idea at all so she went forward to get freshened up as being told. After a while Vikha’s mom, came in to help her dress up. As she helped, she said, “Vikha, honey, this is a very good marriage proposal, the boy is damn handsome and he is an engineer abroad. Besides they had seen you yesterday at Anushitha’s wedding and the boy made you his choice.” Vikha silently listened to everything and nodded as a response.

Vikha was bought outside to the guests waiting for her. After knowing the exact situation here Vikha wasn’t courageous enough to even lift her eyelids. Everyone showered questions at her and Vikha silently answered all she could. When everyone seemed satisfied and happy one elderly among the guests said “Wouldn’t the boy and the girl want to have a word? So how about leave them here and we go to see the house?” agreeing to this everyone except a person left the room.

“Hi”, said a very manly but gentle voice. “hi” replied Vikha very silently still looking down. “I am Akshith….. to be specific the person you bumped into yesterday” and just that moment Vikha looked at him. And yes it was him, the same “unknown handsome man” she was thinking about the whole day! Vikha was speechless and didn’t know what to do. She resumed her position with her eyelids down but this time she had a smile on her face. Akshith who was watching vikha’s reaction smilingly said, “ I can see that you did recall me. And as for me, I liked you the very moment we met and I now know all I want to know about you so do you want to know anything about me?” Vikha shyly replied “No”. “Oh I suppose that is Uncle’s and aunty’s part of the job, right?” asked Akshith trying to mix in a sense of humour. Vikha too responded with a small giggle. Their small and almost one sided conversation went on for a few minutes and finally Akshith losing her patience asked, “Vikha, do you like me?” Vikha slowly raised her head and looked at Akshith. There was a silence between them. She looked down again and replied “Yes”. Akshith felt on top of the world and said. “Thank you. Thankyou so much, we’ll soon meet again. Very soon.” Saying this he walked off the room and joined Vikha again with the rest.

Everyone had left and the teasing part of her parents and brother was over too. Vikha was in her room lying on her bed finding it hard to believe what just happened. “I never thought I was this lucky”, She thought when suddenly her mobile rang.
“Hello, Vikha here”,
“Hello Darling, your Akshith here”
“Akshith!.... hi”
“So what was my beautiful doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? Or thinking about me?”
Vikha giggled.
“Now I got that answer”.
This conversation went for hours and hours. Everyday both Akshith and Vikha chatted on hours and hours on phone. Even though both very badly wanted to meet each other their parents disagreed to it. But Akshith managed to meet vikha from her college at times. A month passed as a blink of an eye and the date of their union came.

Halls were grandly decorated and everything was done at its at most perfection Everything was as it had to be and so were the rituals conducted. Now Akshith and Vikha was “husband and wife” . As she sat their with Akshath posing for the camera’s she noticed a girl bump into a boy some distance away. With a smile she thought “There comes another Akshith and Vikha… hihihihi”.

Lessons of Life

"St. Martha's women's college would be the best choice i would say..." said Mr. Bhose, Aakruthi's father. "Exactly; as it is a women's college we wouldn't have much to be tensed about to.." replied Mrs. Bhose completely agreeing to her husband's decision. The final decision was made.

Aakruthi, a very peppy, virtuous and angelic girl. She was the only child Mr and Mrs Bhose had. Their possessiveness had become a sort of imprisonment for her. She got all she wanted but, she was denied of the right to take any decision at all.

Finally, the decision made was conveyed to Aakruthi. Her dream to study in a mixed college was now impossible. She wasn't having a choice. AS her parents wished, she joined the women's college. Even the colour dresses didn't fascinate her much because it was a women's college. All her life she was allowed to be only only with girls. She had even done her schooling in a girl's only school. "Why am only i made to be with my kind?" she thought annoyingly.

Days passed and once, Mr Bhose said " Aki, i got a transfer to the most farthest place of this city so i wont be able to drop you to the college, can u manage with your friends or should i make provision for that?" Instantly "No, I'll manage" came the reply from Aakruthi. "At least now i am free for a few hours" she rejoiced in her mind.

The next day as she walked to college with her friends, she saw a man on the other side of the road having a glimpse of her. "Hmm.. quite a handsome man" she thought to herself and walked away. The following day she saw the same man at the same spot but this time he was smiling at her. Somewhere in a corner of her heart she liked it, but walked away ignoring what happened. The days that then followed was never the usual, her eyes searched for that man as she walked her way to the college... they both started smiling at each other, then the smile turned to their small comments then talks then letters and finally they were deeply in love with each other.

Smaran was the man who won Aakruthi's heart. By occupation he was a helper at a near by bakery and by looks he wasn't less than on screen heroes. Their love was in their 3rd year when Aakruthi's parents caught her red handed. As expected she was warned locked and Mr and Mrs Bhose were thinking of getting her married else where.

As in any Desi movies, she decided to elope with Smaran and she did.They register married and decided to start a life together.

A new world was in front of her. "With Smaran... i can manage anything, be it money or any matter" she thought. Days passed and even though she was finding it difficult to adjust with his surroundings. her dedication, determination and love was helping her manage all the difficulties.Smaran at times tried to convince Aakruthi regarding calling her parents, but she stood strong on not to call them at all, rather not to even think about them.But then slowly Aakruthi started noticing a slight difference in Smaran's affection for her. She thought it was just her thought and ignored it. Every day then only made her feel more of the feeling she had. Gradually, Smaran who used to shower Aakruthi with affectionate and beautiful words started yelling and shouting at her. She weeped and weeped until the day she caught Smaran red handed with another girl. That was the day she faced the truth about Smaran and his love. All she remember she heard was Smaran saying, "Why the hell should i love you or be with you? You don't have money and you don't even want to go back to your parents to get me money....I loved you only in an intention to get money and a secure life which you cant give me so i don't want to be with you any more"..........


She opened her eyes, she finds herself in the hospital. Aakruthi who had fainted listening to smaran's words was taken to hospital by some good people in the area. The nurse came into the room saying,"Congrats, you are pregnant,but you need to stay in the hospital for a while. So your husband contact details?" She didn't know whose contact details had to be given, her husband's who is cheating on her or her parents whom she had cheated on. Finally she decided to try her luck and gave her parent's number. After a while she heard a knock on the door when she looked to see who it was she saw her mother standing. For a min their eyes spoke everything then there was a loud cry from both the sides. they hugged each other and cried for long. Mr. Bhose who was equally hurt had tears rolling off his eyes despite the decision not to cry.

Aakruthi told everything to them on what had happened. Mr & Mrs. Bhose were speechless. They decided to accept Smaran. But Aakruthi was not ready. She had decided to separate from Smaran and become a single mother. Mr & Mrs. Bhose tried explaining all sort of difficulties to her but she had decided. as there wasn't anything further to be done, her parents supported the decision she made and stood with her for every decision she made then on.

This is just a story from my imagination but i am sure there are many such happening around the world. Who is to blame here? The parents who are over protective? The girl who wants freedom? Or the boy who tricked a girl to his trap for money? So to all parents who love their children more than themselves, your dear children have a heart too they have dreams too... when you decide on something for them do not forget to ask what they want too....... and to those girls running in search for freedom and love, even though you may feel you are wise enough to understand what is genuine and what not, you should know that this world is full of wrongs and as your parents have allot of experiences in life they can know these wrongs better... and to those money seeking people, money that you make is only yours and what you achieve in wrong ways are never yours and will never give you peace in life....Mark my words............

Missing you so much my dear………

Love was mere an expression, until I met you,
It nurtured to an emotion, the more of you I knew,
Our union was something our planets decided,
But our hearts merged with our own desires.

Every moment with you, is a treasure I cherish,
An instant without you makes me feel I’ll perish,
But for the little one growing inside my womb,
I have to stay away, a little more long.

The sorrow and pain we endure being apart,
Is for the bliss and ecstasy that is to be our part,
But every second of this acute pain I bear,
I feel as a decade and more than I can stand.

I now long to be in your arms my dear,
And my hands were around you tighter than ever,
Our eyes closed and our heartbeats we hear,
Ah… to do so I have to wait for a little longer

Every teardrop that rolled off my eyes,
Every sigh that came out from my inside,
Reminds me how profoundly I am in love with you,
And how eternal our bond is now.

“Touchwood” to all who are astounded by these words,
Our bond should always remain indivisible,
Our unity and love is for perpetuity, I know my dear,
That will blossom always be it autumn or winter…

N.B->This poem is dedicated completely to my husband. Due to a personal reason, we have to stay away from each other for some months and i wanted him to know how much i miss him.......

God Decides…

A choice one makes has an intention behind,
Intentions spawn, for an aim in their minds,
These goals they set, are the dreams they see,
A dream, for them, more than anything can mean,
But the fact that people don’t accept,
Is that all dreams aren’t right except,
For the ones that is previously decided for them,
Are the ones that happen and are for their best

I as well, never accepted this fact,
I too fought for the desires I had,
But never did I achieve all my dreams,
Most of them weren’t even meant for me,
I dropped in dismay and shattered was I,
I recall the pain I had to go by,
Then suddenly as a sigh of relief,
I saw the decision God made for me,
I stood up and followed the decision He made,
And here I am now narrating my tale.

The decisions He took that was against my dream,
Now I would say, is the best verdict for me,
I now see more than just colours in life,
Life can’t be better than that of a wife,
A Career person was who I wanted to be,
But now career has fallen second to me,
My family is everything for me today,
Their love and care are more than just words convey,
So if you are going through any grief or dismay,
Don’t you just worry; there is happiness in your way.

The Perfect Night..............

Which words would better portray,
This enchantedly stunning night of May,
Thought as we lay down flat,
On the cold and damp beach sand.

Freezing wind running to and fro,
Seawater striking us so slow,
Billions of stars twinkling above,
A night thus perfect for two lover souls.

I glanced into my lover’s eyes,
He as well was sensing the spice inside,
A spark already had spawned by then,
I have no notion on how and when.

His hands slowly crawled over me,
The emotion I had was more than glee,
Shyness crept over my eyes,
To accolade it there was a smile.

Out of the blue I felt a disrupting quake,
And a voice shouting, “Oh my! We are late!”
I got up to spot what was it about,
And found it was only my dream after all.

My Journey In Life

Some compare life, to an ocean,
For others life is, a simple notion,
But life is a concept, I think as I walk,
That is wider, than any words can talk.

Seeing life, as a simple lane,
Helps me think, in a different way,
To fight the threats, sharper than knife,
And bare the wounds, as a part of my life.

Turning back, to the time that is gone,
I see the lane, I had walked on,
The entire lane, right from the start,
From the time, i came from God's heart.

I remember the time, when I was a child,
My parents always, stood by my side,
To guard me from miseries, those were on my way,
And make me more happy, by taking my pain.

Playing and laughing, I frolicked my way,
My parents and brother, was with me always,
But one day I saw, a man on my lane,
Waiting for me, some foot steps away.

The smile on his face, and love in his eyes,
Captured my heart, and made me his wife.
He held on my hand, and forward he went,
As a good wife, I followed him then.

My parents and brother, me and husband,
Together we covered, a longer distance.
And here I stand, turning behind,
To see how my journey, was till now in life….

Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, rosy lips, teeth within.....

This picture is supposed to look like my best friend's neice....... I hope it did....

A drop of water............

When i closed my eyes!!!!!!!

When she was gone……

I was sleeping, when my uncle called,
It was three in the morning; he said she was gone,
I sat on my bed, in a state of shock,
I felt my heart, just had stopped.

I heard cries from all around,
But I couldn’t make, even a sound,
My eyes just then, caught a sight,
I saw a body lie outside,

Without a tear, there to shed,
And feeling all, blank in my head,
I walked lifelessly, away from my bed,
To the room, my grandmother was laid dead.

She was lying on the ground,
With others crying in her surround,
I stood simply staring at her,
Without even uttering a word.

I knew everyone was crying aloud,
But why couldn’t I, hear their sound,
Why wasn’t there a tear in my eyes?
The blankness, I felt, I now wonder why?

Suddenly a voice, behind me I heard,
Saying, never again can I see her,
Chills ran through me, I felt the pain,
I cried for days again and again.

N.B-> I would like to dedicate this poem of mine, to my dearest grandmother who passed away in the year 1999.

Let them be what they are…..

Yesterday, I was looking outside my window when I saw this sight. A little girl, probably around 8 or 9 years old, was jumping and playing over a pile of mud. Her laughter and giggles conveyed the great time she was having. As I watched the little girl having fun, I saw a woman, whom I suppose is the girl’s mother, come out shouting at the innocent soul. The woman caught the girl by her ear and gave one tight below her knee. The little girl’s eyes were filled with tears and her looks clearly expressed how frightened she was. I, who was watching all this happen, felt very bad. I am sure anyone who was watching this would feel the same. I don’t know if I am right, but as far as I know children are supposed to be innocent and immature. If that was so, why do we grown ups scold them for being immature, if they were meant to be so? They are children, and we scold them for not acting like an adult. Imagine a world where even small children act like grown ups, will we even know what the word “innocence” stands for? Once again, I don’t know if I am right but this what I felt, when I saw the little girl cry.

My Heart.......

My heart is small, as small as my fist,
Inside my heart, there is a long list,
Of people I love and memories I cherish,
From when I was born to the day I will perish.
People I love, start from mom dad and bro,
Husband, my love, and my cousins also,
My friends have a special place in my heart,
My GOD has been there in me, right from the start.
Uncles and aunts and my list just go on,
Is there an end, well, the answer is no.
Memories, to say I have tones of them too,
From where to get started, I don’t have a clue,
It starts from the time when I was just born,
Persisting till, from this world I am gone.
So many memories and people I love,
How do they manage to live in my heart?
What so ever be the reason you see,
I’m glad that they live in a heart that’s in me….

While she was sleeping……

It was a perfect star studded night with a crescent moon to add to its perfection. Little Mary lay in her bed gazing outside her window at the perfect night sky. Her blue twinkling eyes reflected every star she looked at. She was the finest of a 6 year old, fair as snow, soft as a cloud, cute as a bubble and a smile to catch one’s eye. A girl, perfect enough to have come from the fairy tales. Her heart and eyes were filled with dreams to see what she fancied the most in her life. Glowing fairies with magic wands and glittering elves with their magic spells was all she looked for from the bed she laid. Night after night she explored the sky hoping to see them once. This was another such night she was searching to see them all. Her eyes caught every star that twinkled and glittered outside her window. As the clock ticked on, her eyes began to feel heavier than before, till she shut them tight. Now there she is, all cuddled up in her blanket, sleeping just as an angel, in her own world of fantasies…….

I am in love…..

I remember the time I fell in love,
It was a feeling I didn’t expect to come,
It changed my life to a better one,
The one with more colours and also more fun.

The man who made all this happen,
Is obviously my love, and now my husband,
I wonder how lucky I was to get him,
I was the one God chose for him.

Our 1^st meet is a moment I cherish,
A treasure in my heart till I perish,
The way he smiled and gave me a look,
I swear to God, my breath he took.

The moment he looked into my eyes,
I simply stood mesmerized,
My heart was thumping my breath just stopped,
I felt the world just came to a halt.

I love him I love him I love him I know,
But he always tells me his love is much more,
I feel so delighted and happy you know,
To accept the fact that I am in love too.

Lord Shiva!!!!!