Only For Ardians, A poem of love - Page 13

Kunti Mata left to serve Dhritarashtr,Gandhari. I felt lonely without Mata,without Gandhari Mata. Despite sharing me among her sons,She loved me Like her own daughter. Did I forgive her at all? I may and I may not .I respected her for what she is.

Govind assured me my love for Arjun stays in the annals of History. I believe my love deserves to be remembered,Sung and felt by Those who know the real love,the love that peeps through the eyes. Of the beloved ,that touches every pore of the soul and body .

Kunti Mata passed away leaving her sons grief stricken I feel detached,Neither sad nor depressed,Her one word. Changed my life ,shattered my dreams,drifted us apart. Made me face the humiliation and insult that any wife. Would have ever experienced,Still I acknowledge her love. For me ,she treated me daughter like,lived my pain and suffering.

Chitra and Ulupi stayed at Hastinapur. She had neither grief nor anger to share him now. Panchali who couldn't tolerate other wives of Arjun. Finally realised Arjun remained Krishnaa's despite. The temptations, inspite of besotted maidens. Krishnaa reigned supreme as Arjun's soulmate.

Arjun stood by his Dharma,I thought He always placed his mother and brothers On the pedestal,Kept their word Sacrificed Me for their unity.A little desire induced me to know Whether he missed me in those four years when I moved away from him.I asked him the same He looked deeply into my eyes passionately His voice touched the bottom of my soul ... The minute you leave me and moved out Spelt agony and heartbreak for me,I get up. And stretch my hands to feel your touch but I could not find my Krishnaa caressing my curls. Loving me and then blushing like a new bride. The warmth of your embrace,the beautiful rainy nights. Tortured me and laughed at my helplessness to keep you mine You are Arjun's Krishnaa but You are forced to leave me. In the wilderness, I missed you desparately again and again .

I confessed my predicament In this game of Fate. We both are the pawns made to sacrifice our love. In the name of Dharma,In the name of Mata Kunti. We are forced to drift apart,heart broken and hurt. Only Govind understood us supported us infused faith Made us realise ourselves Arjun and Panchali are. United in Soul Physically apart but Heartfully together.

I shivered like a leaf in storm What did I hear? My Govind and his Madhav left us forever? How could it happen? He can not leave his Parth. But one has to go first. Govind choosed to go. He said he can not see the earth bereft of his Parth. So he left before but will his Parth survive ? Never.

Arjun kneeled down with his head in his hands. I collapsed before him but took his support. Our tears dropped down in unison uncontrolled. He is waiting for me Krishnaa he is calling me. Let us go on a journey unknown to meet him. there in the land of peace with the hope of love.

The journey started from Hastinapur.
Parikshit crowned King of Hastinapur Subhadra stayed back to look after him. Arjun is in trance trying to feel his Madhav. Assuring him he is just nearer and closer

Arjun has to part with his Gandiv, That became his alter ego. With Krishna gone,Gandiv gone Arjun looked lifeless. I followed him like his shadow lest I will be dragged away From him to the unknown world as Alone one has to reach there.