To the love, I write about.
I write about forever, and they say forever is a lie.
I choose to still believe in it, my hopes don’t die.
I write about Radha and Krishna, the one where they didn’t end up together.
Yet worshipped as one, inseparable, forever.
I write about the love, where divinity radiates in lines.
Where I fall in love with your soul, not just your body and mind.
The one where Sita chose to stay with Ram, away from the luxury of the kingdom.
I shall love to stay in a small hut with you too and call it a home.
The one where Savitri fights with death and brings Satyavan back to life.
Where Parvati ji, the nurturing goddess and as opposite to austere Shiva, shared a harmonious relationship by being his wife.
The one Shastras and Puranas talk about, a divine and spiritual relation.
I write about it and chose to live one.
And maybe,
My love don’t fit this generation!!!
