Of all the thousands of moments
we’ve spent and lived together.
Oft laughing, Oft crying but still thanking
that God for making us meet each other.
Of all the cool nights we’ve spent on beaches
gazing at the glittering and sparkling night sky.
Our feet washed down by the lips of warm waves
and our bodies pale and milky in the moonlight.
Of the hundreds of promises we made to each other
and many more hundreds of oaths we took for a shared life.
Weaving the dreams of a happy and blessed future together
sweetened with morning kisses and gentle evening fights
Of all the candle night dinners,
and the many midnight kitchen snacks.
Of those evening walks in the corridors,
and the never stopping late night long talks.
I treasure that one single moment the most —
— that one moment among the zillion other times.
When we stood silent and shared our first hug,
on that terrace, under that sickle-shaped moonlight.
When you came and stood before me and said nothing,
a hint of tremor at the corner of your lips love in your eyes.
And when without any warning, and oh so abruptly
you lunged towards me, wrapping arms around me so tight.
In those moments, the world around me started vanishing
Only the two of us mattered, everything else became a blur.
So intense was your pull, that the time started slowing down
trapping us into that eternal cusp, for today, and for forever.
It was a moment of truth for me —
— a moment oh so blissful and sweet and sublime.
When I realised how it feels to get connected with someone
— heart and soul and body and mind.
Every atom sparkled at that moment within me
An inner light broke within me for the first time.
A streak of inspiration shooting within me,
As if I’ve found my life purpose, my only goal in life.