Someone Above Us Has Bridle In Its Hand Poem by Sadashivan Nair

Never knew what blood,
What race, what background,
You had;
Knew never before 'dating';
Met so many kings,
Never had that feeling,
As I had with you;
Why I chose only you,
And you only me?
Why we both like smell of each,
Don't know yet;
Did we have any connection,
Before, in past life?
Was it already planned,
By God or Whosoever;
Someone above us
Who has bridle in its hand;
Plans how we link and why?
How we seed to bloom,
Drives us to get closer and closer,
And cohere;
We argue, fight together,
But in the end we are one;
It's touch solaces both;
Accompaniment scares away,
The loneliness;
Sharing moments in sad and joy,
Crafts the fashion of wave length;
Yet quizzical the first meet,
Which force actuated us to conjoin;

© Sadashivan Nair