Miraquill
Holding the brush of freedom
she was painting
the canvas of her life
with the yellow hue of happiness,
white hue of peace,
green hue of success
and blue hue of knowledge.
But still, it was looking incomplete.
He came
with the brush of marriage
and added
the red hue of love
on the canvas of her life
making it complete
and beautiful
beyond imagination.
Since that day,
She became bonfire for his winter
He became vegetation for her spring
She became maples for his autumn
He became mango shower for her summer.
©ruchiabhisikta12
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I consider myself so lucky
to have parents who share
such an amazing chemistry
of love, respect and care
Their bond fits into physics
and never requires an elegy
as it will never end following
laws of conservation of energy
Zoology says Sibu & me are
the result of sperm-ovum pair
transforming into zygotes
by their biological warfare
Botany defines evergreen as the plant
whose foliage remains green throughout the year
I have never seen their love undergoing autumn
As the never-wilting connection is the thing they always cheer
Mathematics calculates that their life
goes on in an arithmetic progression
But the understanding between them
runs each day in a geometric progression
If their marriage is a literature
then their love is the grammar
which braids the story of divinity,
essay of loyalty & poetry of forever
Mami loves learning & teaching geography a lot
But for her, maps are only meant to be interpreted
Baba has never taken her for a tour beyond Odisha
But for it neither her heart has cracked nor their bond has exploded
History sings the eulogy of Tajmahal
as the devotion of Shahjahan for Mumtaj
But each corner of our home carves
baba's devotion & mami's dedication footage
Movies, serials, books & songs show us the romanticism
which teaches the theory of wedding
But their relation shows the respectfulness & acceptance
which demonstrates the practicality of a wedding.
©ruchiabhisikta12