It happens
When?  Where?
No one knows
May be this moment
A month later
Or a million years after
You are lucky indeed!
It has happened
The trap is shut tight
In your cage the bars are golden.

The pleasures of imprisonment
Of restricted freedom
Of bondage
Can only be appreciated
Unless experienced.

To have some one to care
To have some one to care for
To have some one share
Your dreams and sorrows
To be part of some one
And some one part of you

– isn’t it just beautiful?

To hold that beauty in your hands
Is holding the spring breeze
Is fixing the fleeting clouds in the sky
A whisper swept away by the winds
A remembered fragrance.

My dear friend –
Love is a gift-wrapped soap bubble
Opened softly
Handled with care
It will last forever.


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