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.”