A prayer for her...who got that dream...

'seeing the blue in your eyes
Is like getting one inch more
Nearer to Him...
Seeing the white in your dress
Is like getting one metre more
Nearer to Him...
Seeing you on two arms half folded
Resting your chin...
Looking at the sky...with clouds so white...
Absent and lost...
In dreams of someone...
Your favoured one...
Your love...
Is like finding my Lord in you...'

he muttered...
Seeing her...
By the window hers...
Through which the day light fell
On her soft face lit up...
And her eyes...so transient...

'she must be
Having a journey...
Of her own...
Very very own...
Very self possessed one...
Like that perhaps...
Leonardo had...
When he conceived Monalisa...
Or that kind of a dream
Must have Jibanananda seen
When he thought of Banalata...'

he thought and muttered...
Not disturbing her...
'let her be...
In her dreams...
Her flight...
Let her be...
Drenched in Light...'

he prayed...
And silently retired...

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