Love Has Smitten Us All

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One odd day they met.
He said hello.
Perhaps that's all she needed.
& She was smitten with the Love.

He was oblivious of the feeling.
Lost in his own world.
He met her.
Loved the way she looked at him.
He looked back at her.
& She was smitten with the look.

They talked.
Talked of moon and the stars.
Celestial body they were.
But she decorated her courtyard of dreams
& She was smitten with the dreams.

Their path was same.
Same destination they were to reach.
They started it together.
He hold her hand.
& She was smitten with the touch.

Love was all she needed.
Love was all she had, to give.
Love was all she deserved.
He gave her what she deserved.
& She was smitten with the generosity.

Love is what she expected.
Care is what she got.
She knew the difference
He doesn't seem to know.
& She was smitten with the ignorance.

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Lost in his own world
Loved the way it has always been.
But How can somebody love him.
Why would somebody love him.
When nobody knows him anyway.
& He got scared by the ignorance.

He told her about him.
Stories that were not interesting.
Dreams that were not dreamy.
She seems to like it anyway.
& He got scared by the generosity.

He has decided the path.
She was there to accompany him.
Together they started.
They hold hands.
& He got scared by the touch.

Moon and stars, she talked about.
They weren't celestial body anymore.
His concept of things was changing.
He got scared by the dreams

Loved the way they walked together.
Love wasn't in his mind.
The way she looked at him.
Didn't know what was in his mind.
& He got scared by the look.

There she was.
The very same she.
But still different.
Different in way, he didn't know.
& He got scared by the love.

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She wanted him to love her.
Knew that he cares.
He knew that he cares.
Didn't know if he loves her.
They looked at each other.
Into the eyes.
Beyond their own reflections.
& They were smitten with Love.

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Her Strife

Weather was getting bad,

Standing on my window, I could see outside.

Rain, thunderstorm and snow,

Anything could be expected, said the weather guide.

Beside the pathway With its spirally folded petals,

A lone flower bud was looking at me.

Among the big trees, 

the little thing was as fragile as anything could be.

Oblivious of what future might have in store for her,

Living in the moment forgetting any before or after.

Thought it will not survive if it rains,

But life can always get worse and it snowed.

Increased the heater temperature and pulled down the curtain,

And there she was to face her destiny, where it's end was certain.

It was a long night, 

And now the morning with grey windows.

Melting snow but no sign of sun.

The night, bud and the snow,

I reminded me.

There was no hope but still I rushed out to see.

She was small fragile bud,

How long it could survive.

Pulled out the snow off its stem,

It's petals were all white.

But she believed life is still out there,

And she strived for life.

Then behind the hills,

From the arrests of clouds.

The sun set itself free.

I looked at the bud,

And the flower was smiling at me.