789 million heartbeats
have sprung
since the first heartbeat
that we took together
to tread the little known path of
togetherness and love ...
We call it Marriage.
Walking together
meeting hurdles
courting doubts
casting aspersions
Yet with passion
a nest was weaved ...
We call it Home.
These blissful 25 years
of passion spiced with
laughs and tears
wonder and anguish
envy and hate
have passed by
We call it Love.
As I ponder
on the days gone by
feeling overwhelmed
but not content
I sense the same
desire emerging again
of discovering two as one
We call it Union.
Beloved!
Will you marry me,
Again?
You've Reflected*
The pride of my father
at my every achievement
big and small.
The helplessness of my mother
at your effort to ease
my pain in vain
The excitement of my children
at every reunion
after a far away trip.
The support of my sisters
playful and mischief
whom you attempt to tease
The confidence of a friend
who ensures
my secret is safe
