Poetic Lover

Love means a lot to some for others its just part of the life. But everyone needs that feeling to come into their life. Raju was no exception to it. The one thing Raju wanted to do is make sure the person he loves so much is always gifted to make sure she knows how much he loves her. Today when he got up he decided to do the same thing he did many a times before. He was ready to write a poem for the girl whom he loved so much. Raju was no poet but he loved to write for her. It was a feeling that was amazing. The piece of paper in the flower bouquet, the fragrance of the flowers and the romance in the poem. It was a combination that Raju just could not resist.

He was ready with a piece of paper and a pen. He looked out of the window and saw two crows sitting on the terrace of a building. He had read a lot of description about pigeons making love, but he was amazed to see that a pair of crow did the same thing. Their color might be the reason why their love was not that famous. But Raju knew love sees no color, no barriers.

Raju was looking for an inspiration to start the poem. He was happy to see the crows but they did not inspire him to jolt down any line.

After another two hours of thinking and seeing that the page is still all blank Raju got up and walked to the rest room. He washed his face and sat again on the bed. The bed was big enough to allow one person to sleep. On one side of the bed was an old t.v while another side was a small box having a lot of books pilled up.

Raju opened up a dictionary to find something, and then threw it away. This was frustrating why is this so difficult he thought. He slept flat on his back looking at the fan rotating. The ceiling showed that the apartment was really getting old. There were some spider webs hanging which Raju was planning to remove for weeks now.

Finally he thought about a saying, which his professor once told him "Son, think what you want to convey and then words will just pop put" Raju thought, he wanted to tell her how important she is been to him. He wanted to tell her how she refreshes his mind every time he remembers her. He wanted to tell her how honest his love has been for her. Soon Raju started to smile which then converted into a more serious face, he sat back and started writing.

It was mid day when he was done writing his 8 lines. Raju neatly folded the paper. He had a bottle of perfume which he sprinkled on the paper. He then kept the paper in an envelope. Raju then kept the envelope in the pockets of the coat he was planning to wear. Raju was now having a big smile. He walked to the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. He saw the frozen curry and five slices of bread. He took it out quickly. Raju put the curry in the owen and then followed it up with the bread. Raju finished this lunch far quickly and then went off to the bed.

When Raju woke up it was 5pm in the evening. Raju saw outside the window again, he saw fair amount of traffic. Raju then got dressed up, double checking if the paper having the poem is in the pocket. Raju then got out of the house, he locked the door and kept the keys into the inside pocket of his trousers. Then he walked out of the society compounds towards the man who sold flowers at the end of the road. He collected the best roses. Raju knew where to find her and he walked towards the familiar place.

A girl dressed in pink, wearing a skirt that was long enough to cover her knee line was standing. She was wearing dark black goggles. Raju watched her move towards him. He moved forward, as the girl passed him, Raju watched her again as she moved into the opposite direction. He was now close to the gate. He opened it, walked a few steps and stood silently. He then just squatted down, kept the flowers down having the paper in it.

Raju turned around and walked back. Raju was 75 years old and this was the 40th poem he wrote for his dead wife. It was her 40th death anniversary. He placed it on her tomb and left. Jolly was the name of his late wife, who loved his every poem, but just after 5 years of her marriage she died of breast cancer................................