The song of Love
The sitar played a piercing tune, its echos resounding through the entire village.
Enchanted by its melody, Radha's tiny feet involuntarily carried her to his house.
His visage calm and a serene smile playing at the corner of his lips, he glowed with contentment.
Fingers glided over the strings, strumming a tune so hypnotizing that the even the birds and bees had quieted down to listen.
Her feet moved as if consumed, their rhythm matching the sitar's perfectly.
His eyes remained closed, but the smile widened in fondness and something akin to love.
She danced, her head thrown back, her arms moving in elaborate postures.
Lyrics poured out of his lips, the moment too passionate to hold the words in.
She sang along, the words coming to her mind in an exact symphony.
Together they sang, in harmony.
The world, they called it love.
Enchanted by its melody, Radha's tiny feet involuntarily carried her to his house.
His visage calm and a serene smile playing at the corner of his lips, he glowed with contentment.
Fingers glided over the strings, strumming a tune so hypnotizing that the even the birds and bees had quieted down to listen.
Her feet moved as if consumed, their rhythm matching the sitar's perfectly.
His eyes remained closed, but the smile widened in fondness and something akin to love.
She danced, her head thrown back, her arms moving in elaborate postures.
Lyrics poured out of his lips, the moment too passionate to hold the words in.
She sang along, the words coming to her mind in an exact symphony.
Together they sang, in harmony.
The world, they called it love.
:) :) BLISS!
ReplyDeletehindi mein bolte hai na magan ho jana! its like that! and you depicted it really well!
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