Yesterday, I got a good scolding from my younger brother. He said I have been wasting my time since past few months writing. According to him, there are two prerequisites for being a writer, either a broken heart or a residence out of the city in the middle of some woods (like Robert Frost had). According to him, if I can’t write about, or I don’t have either of the two then I can’t be a writer.
So, here is the story of my first love, then the second one, and the finally a failed marriage. He has no idea how many times I had the broken heart and how many times I had to make a move.
This is one love story which has been closest to my heart, forever. This is the first part of this poem. It describes the beginning of this love story between two eternal souls. For the second part of the story check out ‘Their Last Conversation’.
This is the poem describing the last conversation between Radha and Krishna. It is said that after this fateful night they parted. Though the distance was merely physical.
For when the time come when universe shall die,
And all will be submerged as one into thy..
Like this would be my biggest achievement,,
When there would be none in disagreement.
