From The Quill of Suranya

 I walk the path unknown; I wait from dawn to dusk. Looking at the horizon with eager eyes. You rode away once to fulfil your purpose. You promised me love, the one love I waited for The kind that changed the world, beyond this lifetime. You were so different yet so similar, a mystery yet familiar, The Light in my Darkness of Life. You are my God, I, Your humble Devotee, You are Love; I, your faithful Lover. You called me the muse to your Music, I danced to the tune of your flute. Years turned to decades, and I waited for you with hope, My eyes fixed on the horizon, hearing your lore. I hear You made a home of palaces and cities of your own. I hear You battled in wars; ran away from some unscathed. I prayed every day for You. But I wonder, in my own grief and loneliness at times, Do you ever want to know my wishes? I wished to have a corner of your heart to myself. I wish we could tell the world about Love, How a simple woman my age could fall for the cowherd boy. How Love bloomed ...