The Proximity

An early start was a possibility As spelt out at the deliberation Just before the day of meeting of cordiality In a place literally presumed to be a shrine Where upon reaching we could walk in pleasantly And talk and look at each other in delectation And to trim the miles and the suspense enthusiastically Set out in own conveyance sooner than late unto noon With the youthful sun and blue clear sky And the weather how joyful and sanguine It looked of a day of a promising February Along the path of highway where shone in sunshine Many lingering leaves on avenue trees sublimely And car, bus, and lorry in hundreds one by one Were coming and going past us steadily Until something heard or audible of a tune Of a bird so sweet, alas adrift in noises of wheels feebly! Late that afternoon when miles done And in we were that great city and shrine quietly Where seated nears and dears with a daughter and a son Of two noble families to opt for bride and groom respectively If got through typical norms to agreeably happen A wedding while ensued thereupon a process of solemnity Of awakening through introduction and interaction Amongst and in between two young souls was but an act of divinity The day fell and the city, the street and the shrine Were lit in a flood of light that could veil not measurably The inner workings of their heart mirrored in The other's eyes and the sweet and tender things stealthily Surfaced in their dreams did gleam in hardly spoken lips as seen Now it was time of the glory of the valedictory When with the memories of cherished hours not bygone And bestudded with stars was the sky and silently The earth like a drooping flower was gathering dews of heaven In her glorious landscape and path with the beams of stars and moon and serenely Did we start home then When it seemed time and space were merging into a beautiful dawn contentedly And by the time we reached home it was with tuneful tone A bird was propounding in the sky And in a few days the boy was seen Leaving for abroad on an assignment emphatically Leaving behind a soulful year and distance in our mind's domain Until he comes back in January The days would have flown into the land of VanDiemen then For what is a year it is but a handful of sands playful and naughty In the cusp of fingers to ebb and ebb and slide down Till all sands lie bare unto the time's ocean eternally Whether possessed of deliverance of own souls lie in their union not known But it's true of such a grand distance getting abridged to proximity Of walk and look, talk and smile and... just clinched happens once in a blue moon For marriages are but arranged in heaven solemnly