THEIR TRYST WITH DESTINY

A sea of change,
in both,
elapse of time but no hurdle,
mini-skirt,
knicker,
sweet mango fruits,
occasional squabblings,
soon wiping out the bitterness,
kind of 'bonhomie',
kinder-garten,
school,
agony of separation,
tears,
all past tense,
but no,
time no hurdle.
Graying both, wrinkling both,
age- the monster gradually catching up,
mini-skirts and,
knickers past tense,
sweetness of mango fruits,
still there in the mouth,
the salt of tears,
still there on the lips.
The flowing river,
swimming across the river,
the bets,
who will be the,
ultimate winner,
in the 'swimming race'?
still live in their minds.
seated on the river-banks,
days of fishing in the river,
fisherman's early morning call -
rowing the boat,
moments of innocent pleasure,
they derived,
on seeing the sight of,
of fish out of water,
live in their hands.
Wires of time remained,
concealed from both,
distance acting as a catalyst,
features internal and external,
changed entirely.
-------------The dim lamp of,
in the dark corner of the room,
like the meaning,
hidden,
between the lines,
while looking down,
from the cosy bed,
her shy glances,
covering the face,
lying over the mat spread on the floor,
between the gaps of fingers,
saw he,
the glimmer in her eyes,
the rare, painful,
ecstatic moment,
of meeting of two hearts,
like two embers of love,
melting into one.
My god,
who brought us,
here in this junction,
at this late hour,
just to remind us,
those yester years,
Destiny.......?