Pushpa Vatika (the first meet)

Pushpa Vatika

Fair sunlit day of sweet-fated stray,

fancying pinwheels, jasmines, lilies,

breezes past heard you pray,

with intent, one, two, third and plucked

unaware, as all it took

was a glimpse of your expression,

"Divinely," they said, our sights collided,

I knew you before, I'll know you forever,

'twas how I ceased time that day,

the flowers were only an excuse,

thousands of ages, millions of verses,

aphorisms, reminiscences, plays,

all praise-the charms of the holy ways,

the lore thus began, said they,

Slowly, mystically and in a daze,

You held me softly in your gaze,

and took the air, for you had blushed,

leaving me muse in the silver-toned,

fancy anklets that you wore,

to the temple, you were unknown,

Our union, had the stars foretold.

-Pranati Pathak

27/01/2024