Cloudy… sombre days… just like this…
I’d find you in the library…
A temperament of yours… displayed… in the weather… outdoors
You’d walk the halls of the library like it was your entire kingdom… under your supervision…
In your tailored suit… dark and sombre… just like you… Tall, dark and handsome… the adjectives must have come from You.
Hands behind your back… and you would wander… Our Library… Our Home…
As much as I loved the books… my favourite thing in there… was always… has always… been You.
And you’d turn… at that, I just saw You… with a happy expectant look on your face… breaking the melancholy…
And you’d become… someone else… with Me.
But I’d love to watch you in those silent moments…
my Om
And you’d smile at me… your favourite unexpected sight… breaking your focus in the library…
Who’s that… wandering in my library… Is that You?
Could I be so lucky… and you smile and open your arms across the great length of the room and I’d run into them and you’d twirl me around and kiss my forehead on the way down…
Pregnant… with my white robes…
the beautiful dresses I’d always worn… white, long and flowing with white sleeves or fabric draping my arms.
And you’d hold me to you… our foreheads touching… in the Library.
What are we reading today, Shanti?
Hmmm…. I would surmise, my finger on my chin… pretending to look through the beautiful bindings of all our favourite books… knowing very well which it would be…
Our favourite.
A Tale of Shiva and Shakti…
Which I… had written and bound… sitting on the top most platform…
Wanting to climb up myself…but you wouldn’t let me…
You wait down there sweetheart and you’d kiss my hand and climb the ladder for it…
Just two young lovers… pregnant with their first baby…
Not the King and Queen of the entire realm…
All 3…
Om Shanti
This is how we would always be…
The servants in the Castle always peeping in to have a glance… of us… Our Love… smiles… on their faces… just watching us… quietly… behind the stacks…
You’d reach it… and grab it, almost flying down the ladder yourself… and taking my hand you’d pull me over to the chaise… on the raised platform and lift me up with a kiss, in both arms and lie me down on it, before I’d have to try to settle myself down with my robes, and the pregnancy and all.
In your arms… I was always taken care of…
And you’d join me, lying down on my tummy, saying you were listening with the baby… although I know it was more for you… how much you’d enjoyed it… when I read to you…
When…
I hear you now… playing the great piano… the other place I’d find you always.
Playing these beautiful… yet melancholy tunes, through our halls…
We’d know… when the King was playing
Always… on the rainy days… I… would listen to this even as a child in this life and try to play it… on the keyboard we had… the song… you play even now.
Can you hear it… even now?
And I’d come… and sit silently next to you… in my white dress… curls tumbling down my back… tiara in my hair…
And I’d let you play
And shed a tear
For You and Me…
in Kaliyug
As all… was foretold.
I’d listen… to my husband play
in our Halls…
And be grateful…. God made you for me… and I for you….
That no matter what happened… we could never be separated…. Why… Because…
We are
Om
Shanti. - ♾️
I love
you
Om
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