Language of Breaths in a Vacuum of Harmony (An Ode to Gauri)

Splashes of cupid’s light shades
Green, blue, yellow, red, white and many more
Brushed in woven hearts.

Early murky morning with the entry of dancing beams
Early monsoonal drizzling
As lilies, roses, jasmines, gulmohars
Swinging along the garden alley
Kept humming in an usual gaiety.

Drenched in her creamy shirt and denim blue jeans
Her glowing disposition beating the beauty of Venus…
Gauri’s late but barging entry into the classroom
Followed with her the waves of magical gravity.

While eyes touched eyes
Simple mathematics
Simplest chemical reaction
Dreams catapulted through the backstage musical chores.

Her jerky smile
Her spiky breezing hair
Her nimble forefingers
Her mesmerizing elegance…
A 360* perfection perfectly spread over the canvas.

Maiden sight
Maiden love.
Attraction caved into infatuation
A bountiful harvest of unseasoned illusions.

Maiden sight
Maiden love.
Those bygone days
Acute shortage of selfness nudged me and broke me often.
So less did I open up
So less did I dared to,
Amidst a crowd of Yankee accent tongues
Amidst a crowd of thick leather valets
Amidst a crowd of young intellectual freaks..

Where exactly did I fit in?
None!
So was I an odd one out_
May be an odd one out but hope still being with.

Attraction prevailed infatuation grew
And I grew too
None to someone
Someone to one
One to one of them
One of them to near one
Near one to dear one.

Infatuation prevailed liking grew
Gauri was into unscheduled dreams
An additional course to live with.
Autumn shed its leaves and rolled back
So did the sequence of seasons followed
Chilling, budding, scorching over the calendars.

Coffee in canteen
Once in a while walks on the busy campus
Moments sometime spent on the historical stone benches
An occasional ride together on her TVS Luna.

Like any other collegiate
I would do the sleep talk
‘I would die for her a million times’
Why didn’t I in those eight semesters of prime life
Ever did I open my heart and just say
‘My dear, I think I am in love with you and I mean it’
Why did I let my maiden love
Into the barren lands of solitude.

With all the purity
With all the courage
With all the humbleness

At last
True being to what I would wish to
‘My dear, I think I am in love with you and I mean it’
Over the phone on one fine day I think I spoke…..
Language of breaths in a vacuum of harmony
I smiled to myself
With my heart leapt into the skies of limitlessness,
‘I would marry if I could!’

Angels are angels
To this day still I carry my love close to my chest crystal clear
At peace and in tranquility.

'What if she hadn’t lost her last breath the sweetest breath!’
So early
So early to the lovely last lost call.

I love you
Still
My little cutie pie…