Forever Yours

(Inspired by Omar Khayyam's verses)
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Ah, Love! Could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

Malavika stared vacuously at the blue sky. The gentle breeze whispering in the hollows of the trees muted her aching sigh. A tear  rolled down her  cheek. Her whole being shuddered with melancholic apprehension as she longingly looked out of the window. A swift glimmer of hope flitted through her face ever so gently. Her long lustrous eyes reminiscing and seeking the glory of it all, a wave of desire sweeping through her.

Tyranny of fate has made me a slave
Whatever I choose, how I behave
Is only freedom within my cave;
Even if for Paradise I crave
This moment to me is all you gave

The few stolen moments they shared felt like eternity. Would he come again seeking her and engulf her in his warm embrace. Would he then leave behind the faint musk of gentle sweetness that had swept them away in a storm? Would the whispering breeze carry her heart’s desire yonder into oblivion or closer to his heart forcing him to turn around and come back to his love?  Would his beating heart echo her name over and over again like it did to her bringing them, yet again closer to each other just the way she wanted? Oh! How she cursed the time and the distance that made them capture only the memory of a lingering togetherness, entwining them in a chain of divine love that was so blessed.

O Life, you put many traps in my way
Dare to try, is what you clearly say
All that is, thy command must obey
you lead me away and call me astray

Malavika walked gently, her anklets barely whispering, sharing her angst of separation and re-union. Her mind and heart seemingly one in their call for her beloved.

 ‘If love can cause such strife and pain I do not want it,’ she whispered.

‘If time hangs like empty space between me and him take it away and make it timeless,’ she beseeched.

‘Bring him to me and console my heart, carry my message to him sweet dove,’ she implored as it fluttered away into the sky carrying the tidings.

Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
     How oft hereafter rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me -- in vain!

Somewhere far away Maitreya stood leaning against the Ashoka tree, the blooms spreading the heady fragrance of love and wanting. A rush of love bringing with it the memories of a graceful face with kohl lined eyes and sensuous lips found him walking towards the palace that was silhouetted against the evening sky. A sweet music filled his ears and warm blood coursed through his veins.

‘Oh heavens! What is this feeling that I cannot explain…that consumes me so,’

‘I traverse the earth to find the rest of me lost in you, my beloved,’ he whispered as his steps quickened and he broke into a run…

Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tommorrow? Why, tommorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years

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Omar Khayyam: Born in Neyshabur, now Nishapur in Iran, Omar Khayyam was a mathematician, astronomer, and poet.  His poetry, primarily about human nature and romance, is among the world's best known works, but he's most famous for the Rubaiyat.  Approximately 1000 of these four line stanzas are ascribed to him.