Some stray thoughts
Some stray thoughts
20-11-04
Forty five years ago on the twenty-second of November, two hours before mid-night a star was born in the city of Delhi.
It spread its light to all those who were in its orbit and beyond.
In the same city one being had been waiting for several years, unaware that her wait would stretch for half-a-century more before that magic would envelope her because their meeting had been planned by their souls in some other lifetime.
When they did meet she was blown to smithereens and the pieces were scattered for miles around lost to all.
The young star picked them up one by one with his beautiful hands, put them together, tied them up with a rainbow, to give them back to her; but she doesn’t want them back because those pieces are his foreva..
For her that wait was worth far more than all the treasures in the chests of the roman
emperors because this radiant star had finally lit up the depths of her dark eyes.
A very happy birthday to you my beauteous one!
May you see 44,000 more.
