Only For Ardians, A poem of love - Page 3

My Arjun came back tome illuminating my Angan with his moonlike face. Our love blossomed making the flowers of my garden wonder. Who is more enticing? Arjun? Or Draupadi? They quarrelled with each other. The lovers of the universe watched in awe as my Arjun fulfilled my love Others looked at us with envy,calling each other,come let us fall in love.

How did we live without each other all these years. I asked him wondering at all those years of loneliness Those sleepless nights ,Greif filled autumns, Unendearing springs,torchering rains ,chilly winter winds. Let us relive those ,let us make them long lost memories. My Arjun assured me come what may he will worship krishna's love. He will drown in krishna's passion .The season of love smiled at us. You are made for each other,now you live for each other.

Ulupi won't bother me now, I won't grudge her one single night now. Chitrangada could not depress me now won't feel frustrated at her long blissful tenure. Subhadra won't make me feel insecure for winning him with her charm. I know it is Yajnaseni Draupadi,Arjun's Krishnaa still rules his heart.

I asked him once Did you think of me in Exile. He smiled and said Did I need to tell you at all That is not an answer to my question, I insisted. I need not think about you you are there in my every breath.

My love why do you doubt your Arjun? You are my first love,I am your first love. First love can never be forgotten,It stays Till the last breath, As long as love is Remembered,our love is spoken of. Even as my forbidden love or the Love that remained fresh as the song of love.

The full moon night Kaumudi ,the moon light mesmerised Arjun and his Krishnaa Arjun played the Veena,sang the song of love for me,I revelled in his melody How could those fingers hold Gandiv and Veena with the same passion. God has created him with special finesse I am possessive of my Arjun. I felt jealous of Gandiv, I smirked at the Veena strings Arjun smiled I forgot myself.

Years passed by,leaving the season of love behind. The collyrium of darkness spread everywhere. Krishnaa was humiliated brutally insulted. Arjun did not protest for his Krishnaa,I realised. His Eldest is the reining God for him More than my insult Arjun's silence broke my heart.

Where are my children who run into my arms. Where is my Indraprasth that dazzled brighter than Amaravathi. Where is my Abhimanyu who never left me alone Where is my Arjun who ever stood by me even in dreams.

Arjun became silent. His Krishnaa endured the lowest ,the filthiest insult in the history of mankind. Who should be blamed? Eldest who staked her like an object of desire?no,never. Who is responsible? Hastinapur? Pitamah? Duryodhan? Dus sassan? No never. Who should be held guilty? You Arjun. You are the culprit. You failed her.no one else.

Arjun blamed the moment he won Drupad. Arjun regretted the moment he won Krishnaa. He should have not entered her life then. She would have been spared the insult of a lifetime.