Two Minutes

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This post has been published by me as a part of the <b>Blog-a-Ton 29</b>; the 29th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blogaton.in/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>. The topic for this month is 'TWO MINUTES'.
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He told me of yellow flowers and meadows without boundaries,

Of cattle’s and farms and a dream,

Where I was his and he was “the one made for me”

Do you believe in love?? Do you feel it exists?? The typical “kahin na kahin , koi na koi, kissi ke liye bana hai types?? I did not till I met him. 

It was not love at first sight, there were no violins playing or any sort of signs, that the heavens are assumed to put in front of you, stating that he is the one. Nothing!!!. Just a casual hello, a cordial smile, some conversations over coffee, and a good bye. There wasn’t an urge to see him or hear from him again.

But somewhere, somehow, there was a feeling, a feeling of having known him earlier, a feeling that connected them both on a different level altogether. Was it love?? No not yet.

His company put her at ease,

They laughed over things that only they could understand,

The felt complete in each others presence

And yet , they were not in love.

Silence between them was comforting

There was no awkwardness

They could discuss about the stars and the moon

And about the shapes made by the clouds..

It was beautiful, yet undefined

Were they in love?? well not yet.

Their conversations unfolded their past,

Something which they never spoke about,

Was out for the other to hear.

Their fingers touched

And longed for each other

Yet they were not in love.

Their hands entwined themselves

And their eyes found each others,

A million questions fluttered through them, before their lips met

The questions were left unanswered, yet they had their answers

Somehow, they still were not in love.

Her eyes bore his stories

She was confused beyond words, of why he made her feel this way

His mere presence made her happy

His proximity to another female made her green with envy

And yet they were not in love.

Milte hain hum juda hone ke liye

Milte hain hum juda hone ke liye,

Uss gham main bhi ek alag sa nasha hai,

Kyunki uske har alfaz main tumhara naam hai.

They spent days together, and now it was time to leave,

A feeling of loneliness crept inside her,

But she wanted to be strong and pretend,

She hugged him good bye

And thought she would get over him

But she was wrong

As her every thought was going back to him.

And yet she was not in love.

She dreamed of yellow flowers and meadows

She dreamed of being there with him

She was afraid of being hurt,

And realized it was the same for him,

He had many plans,

And she was nowhere in them

She was hurt to realize , that maybe it was only she who was in love with him.

Of flowers and meadows,

Of cattles and farms

A dreadful night, and it all came crashing down.

He was to go far away from her, far away from this world

As death sought his soul

She ran towards him,

And held him in her arms.

“I love you”, she whispered in his ears

Their eyes met, their fingers entwined

She prayed for two minutes more of his life.

Death bowed before her love, and granted them 2 decades

But they still were not in love.

They were in something beyond,

Beyond something

That even love couldn’t comprehend.


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