I was born a woman in a man’s world. But for him, I was not an ordinary woman… I was different. That day when I opened my eyes, his was the first, or perhaps the second, face – I don’t exactly remember – that flashed in front of my eyes. For him, it was love at first sight and the moment he held me in his arms, he gave away his heart to me. I was in such a trance-like state that I could not fathom what was happening around me. But as the time passed, his pure, holy love for me, melted my heart. Within no time, I became his sweetheart, his life. Even the love of his life, his beautiful wife, could not match the spell that I cast on him. Seeing the intensity of his love for me, she never dared to step into our privacy. As years went by, his love for me kept on changing forms. Sometimes he was my friend, at others he was my mentor, my idol. He helped me solve all my “problems”, but most of our time together was spent fighting over silly things. Not even a single peaceful day passed amo...
who am i?
ReplyDeletesomehow, whether you mean it that way or not, your poem echoes in me Ramana Maharshi's question.
Wow! You gave it a completely different meaning. That was not how I understood it before reading your comment. In fact it sounds more loaded with meaning now ;)
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