On my outstretched hand

when you placed yours,

these are not just two palms –

a tender one on a furrowed rough,

that by a coincidence clasped,

but meeting of two rivers

flowing from two distant hills,

flowers of two seasons

blossoming on the same tree,

dreams of two hearts

now in same shades to please the eye,

music of two worlds

sharing the same ‘raga’,

rainbows of two skies

coalescing together

or thread of two times

now knotted up with each other

to meet an ocean of a far away infinity…

No longer I exist here,

separate you, too, are not anymore,

We enter together into a paradise –

is this not a magic, a priceless prize!