Bride.

Parted lips and a red saree,

A benign smile and downcast eyes,

Ushering guests and touching feet,

A beating heart and longing within,

Twisting decorated fingers and biting the lips.

Looking up and seeing nothing,

In spite of guests filling the gallery,

Greetings and more greetings,

And best wishes filling in.

The clock chimes and a collective sigh,

They are late for the wedding ceremony,

She smiles to the mischievousness,

Of fate, cursing him within;

Loving him no less as the role is enacted;

Flirting with the bride in her wedding dress;

Smiling as she blushes and turns red,

Glancing sideways as they and he finally arrive,

To bind her in lifelong commitment.

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.

Ultimately.

The night when I realized I had lost everything,

I felt the warmth pouring in,

As the tears came streaming down.

But I had never realized that the loneliness

Could be so warm and creeping;

And not as cold as I had thought it to be!

It seemed that I had made a commitment tonight;

To stay committed all my life

To the emotions I had intentionally wrung dry,

To drive out everything in between,

As if of a lost traveler who has found his entourage again.

From something gone wrong somewhere between the lines,

In an inconsolable heart that refuses to listen to anything,

And is so naïve that it hurts me every time,

Whenever it catches me off guard;

Or maybe when I am too busy guarding myself!

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.