She draped herself a red saree,
those deep kohl lined eyes,
made her look no less a fairy.
He woke up to his beloved,
spellbound, by her beauty.
Her shyness, betrayed her cheeks to go red;
'Your favorite colour,' she uttered, 'my sweetie'.
He wouldn't blink even if the world would crumble;
utterly desperate he went, to feel his deity.
Interruption,
a sudden, arose in their enchantment,
his phone screen went black, trespassing every ability.
Those 5 minutes, in between, rechecking, aching,
seemed to them an eternity,
It was the distance again, disturbing their connectivity.
A smile whether sweet, or a tear a saline,
they prattled a while, soliciting an intimacy.
But, their love, howbeit, defeated every mile
with an unbeatable velocity.
Those lips, those arms though remained unwrapped,
her eyes, his gaze, natheless,
comforted them a forever certainty
~pari-phrasis
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