Reference: The unventured passions by . (spoiler alert).

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Months after she lost her son , she went to Govind to ask for help ,

A man looked just like Govind, but his touch made her yelp.

Very complicated he was , like a green maze,

But the sadness of his eyes, the pain of his voice, broke her daze.

Very different he was from Govind ,less Godly and more human-like,

Though he held the potential to become better , his words severed her like a spike.

Govind is a Saviour , but 'he' is a lover , 'he' is Krishna,

His fierce love is enough to quench her 'trishna'.

Her face ethereal , orbs deep like a black hole, sucking his soul ,

A silver septum ring , on her small nose playing its cherubic role.

Her cheeks were pinkish, delicate and velvety like a full blossomed lotus,

Lips like rose buds waiting for him to blossom them, capturing his focus.

No matter how much he abhorred her, for false assumptions of his own,

He couldn't ignore the bewitching beauty, brightening his inky nights as if the sun after a dawn.

Her white saree as if camouflaging her pinkish-white skin, her dark ,long, damp tresses flowing below her waist,

The droplets of water on her bare shoulders as tempting as wine,

Beckoned him to relish them, or to at least have a taste.

For the first time in her miserable life, she saw something in his eyes, a very unfamiliar emotion, was it admiration? Or something else?

For the whole life, what she saw in men's eyes was just lust ,

His appreciative words, his warm breaths on her lips , rang the alarm bells.

It's wrong isnt it? Then why anything has never felt this right,

He promised to make her dark nights bright, under the moonlight.

The fire in his eyes intimidated her, burned her body like a coal in furnace,

Trapped in between his arms like a prisoner behind trellis, she felt her heart beat at lightening pace.

The scarlet liquid dripped from his hand, inked her forehead with a red color , color of love, color of passion,

'Red on widow!' Blasphemous! Scandalous! Her face had turned ashen.

They said, she was a widow, a bad omen, inauspicious,

He said she was pure, angelic, unblemished , and very precious.

To find her lost son, they started their expedition,

Sharp turns and swings, her stomach making flips,

She touched the familiar sweet brown blocks to his soft lips,

His moist tongue teasing her fingertips.

The extravagance of fairground was a treat to the eyes,

Indulging in a fun game, they lost their way,

Their hearts thrumming in anxiety, fear of losing each other made their knees sway.

Time passed as if eons, they finally met,

embracing each other in arms , their eyes wet.

Adorning her impeccable wrists with gleaming blue circles,

He opened his heart to her, the rhythm was pulsating and galloping as if ran miles,

Feelings of love, passion and fear of heartbreak , overwhelming in a pile.

The blue sky poured as if emptying its pockets,

the blue coins hit the earth, giving it a dusky hue,

When his lips sequestered her rosy buds, blossoming them,

the blood in their veins turned icy blue.

The city was like a canvas stroked with a brush dipped in blue ,

When he cladded her in his own color, her cheeks touched a pink hue.

A widow and a landlord together ?, seemed like a fantasy,

but their souls kissing each other was no less than a cerulean ecstacy , a cerulean ecstacy!

Cerulean-- bluish

Ecstasy--- blissful feeling

Govind= referred to Anirudh

He/ krishna= referred to batakrishna

Trishna-- hindi word for thirst.

Cherubic-- innocent

Abhorred --hated

Trellis-- bars of a prison

Impeccable-- flawless