Sbrt writes...

He had responsibilties to shoulder; She had individuality to attain... Both took their own way thinking the other to be a hindrance! Years later they smiled together seeing their daughter play in her cradle... Finally he embraced responsibility And she found her individuality... And this time neither was a hindrance to the other...

He loved her for what she was.... And now he loves her for what she is... His love is not in possession His love is in his soul His love is not depended on her His love is complete on its own His love is graceful His love is beautiful His love is his poetry His love is his song His love is pure His love is pius His love is his motivation His love is his satisfaction He knows she walks by him Through the difficult roads He knows she holds his hands In the dark... He knows she caresses his hairs When he sleeps exhausted He knows she is always there

She liked him She loved him She made him her world She made him her pride She needed no more But then he went away She got distressed She got frustrated She endured the pain She cried She swooned And then he returned But now she needed him no more She had toughened She was less vulnerable She was independent She had changed She was herself...

He had read somewhere that a man seeks the image of his mom in his partner... never did he really understand it! And then he found her... he liked her, he loved her, his search was over... he wanted to settle down with her. His mother's image he found in her Then she moved on...

With immense effort his head he did raise And at the sword lying near he did gaze In challenges, by their stand are men known And he had among men, the warrior’s reputation always borne. The armour of the princess’ love may have worned But he still had his loyal sword. His love for her would be his shield It is not with this ease that he shall yield Summoning all the strength that in him remain Up he rose enduring all the pain “In your denial my love, I shall burn Till the day you return.” “Your death is eminent”, laughed destiny from above “Being a warrior you chose to love! She will not return to thee You her companion can never be…” With fierceness the warrior said, “Of woman was not born me A warrior is what I chose to be! Try as hard as you might The man against fate shall his last battle fight…”

“But your friend in me shall not die Even though with him the knots I may tie Just pest me not by seeking in me the love of thy For I shall not be yours no matter how much you try.” “Respect of self you have not The time spent with you I have long forgot Call me a betrayer if you so desire But I have long set our love on pyre.” Her words echoed in the warrior’s head Down on the floor he laid – a soldier dead He wished he could cry, yell and shout His pain and grief spill out. His armour was not so bold That the sharp blows of her words would hold Pierced they right through the warrior’s heart And he lay dying of princess’ love dearth He had lost the war he thought For preserving his love that he fought But he was a warrior in every breath Nothing must stop him but death

Across the house he limped around, But nowhere was his “little poetry” found. All that he could see Was a letter answering his eyes’ plea! “You made me suffer You made me cry You broke my trust You broke my pride You deserted me You stole my innocence You brought between us the distance No matter how hard you try I shall no more be yours till the day I die.” His blood ran cold His wounds he could feel no more His legs could no longer hold And thus the warrior fell on the floor. “I have a new companion found To answer you I am no longer bound He was there when you were not I like him and he loves me a lot.” “He has traits I saw in none before, He has touched my heart’s core I feel for him and care To talk of you and me anymore, you better not dare.”

But a warrior in a war he was Fighting for his love cause He couldn’t fall weak Not when he was so near to what he seek No letters followed. The warrior was soon with victory hallowed. “Many a sun have passed”, he to himself said And rushed to his princess with the news of his conquest. Bleeding he was, his wounds still fresh. But his heart was waiting to his princess address All the pain would erase When she would in her arms embrace! He could now look into her captive lustrous eyes Reinforcing and strengthening their love ties; With love would he seek her forgiveness For leading her into distress. Opening the doors to their abode He stood there with the support of his sword. “Ï have come home my little poetry” But the silence that replied was eerie.

But the battle grew intense And now the shadows clouded the princess’ mind dense. Many a sun passed Not long did the princess’ trust last. The warrior was her pride… She had dreamt to be his bride… But clouded by the shadows she thought The warrior had her forgot Many a letters she wrote to him Expecting hope’s slightest glim. But the warrior could give none Unless with the war he was done. Heartbroken she wept and wailed in distress Craving for the warrior’s congress Wrote letter she one more Before she would sail off the shore. On the battle field his body bled Off it his heart… Of the princess’ distress when he read He wished to tear the shadows apart…

One night seeing terrible pain in the princess’ shiny big eyes From within the warrior came intense guilt cries. His eyes finally open and his conscience shaken The warrior’s decision was taken. “I am a warrior”, he thought And looked at his armour and sword long forgot! Another war need to be fought For to his princess he had to prove his worth. “You must let me go”, he said Avoiding her eyes which for his stay begged Those eyes could sway him, he knew And he must go before his love’s resistance grew. He wore his armour, sharpened his sword Reined his horses and towards the darkness rode. This war was not meant for him to die No matter how hard the shadows would try. The princess’ love was his armour And loyalty was his sword. With determination in heart, towards his enemy he did run And made a quiet promise to return before the morning sun.

But destiny had her own plans And looked at them with an evil glance Not long did the warrior’s smiles last Before she unleashed the shadows of the past. The shadows were masters of deception And powerful beyond the warrior’s perception While in the arms of his princess he slept peacefully The shadows worked their way in skilfully. Before the warrior could even realise They slowly poisoned his wise… The princess however could sense The darkness getting dense… She expressed her concern when… The warrior dismissed her worries then… She trusted and loved the warrior great And hence decided not to doubt on her mate. Some more time passed by He noticed, she would often quietly cry; The reason he failed to know Unaware of the seeds the shadows did sow.

The war took a lot from him… a lot But her love is what he finally got. What more did he need – nothing And so with all the love in his soul, to the princess he did cling. Together they built their utopian home Holding hands on the roads they did roam High on the wine of love and romance They happily in the garden did dance. Happy and content they were For pure and gratifying was the love they did share Complete felt the warrior in her arms Fulfilled felt the princess in his… The war wounds did no longer hurt For he had finally got, what his sufferings were worth. Down his guard he did let His armour and sword aside he did set Them he would need no more A happy life ahead he felt was in store.