'Soulful Encounters: Love's Serenade In The Mountains Poem by Dr Aniruddha Babar

In the realms of enchantment, where destiny aligns,
A tale of passion unfolded, transcending all confines.
Amidst the beauty of Bhagsunag, where serenity resided,
I chanced upon a Turkish gem, a love story ignited.

A woman of allure, her eyes spoke untold tales,
Mature and sensible, her essence never pales.
A connection sparked between our wandering souls,
As if fate had orchestrated, weaving our roles.

Together we embarked on a journey of the heart,
Exploring the unknown, every moment a fresh start.
In the embrace of nature, we found solace and delight,
Bhagsu waterfall witnessed our love's shimmering light.

Hand in hand, we climbed mountains, reaching for the skies,
Each step a testament to the love that never dies.
In the wilderness, we pitched our tent, a sanctuary of desire,
Beneath the stars' soft glow, our passions would transpire.

Yet time, relentless and cruel, whispered its decree,
A bittersweet farewell, a moment of agony.
Was it love that bound us, a flame destined to burn?
Or a mere interlude, a lesson we had to learn?

Philosophical ponderings clouded my restless mind,
Seeking answers to questions that were hard to find.
For in the realm of sensuous bliss, truth often eludes,
Leaving behind echoes of what the heart once pursued.

But let not the fleeting nature of love steal its worth,
For in its ephemeral dance, it unveils the universe's mirth.
In the meeting of souls, even for a transient span,
We glimpse the essence of life, the beauty of woman and man.

So, let our tale be a testament to the mysteries untold,
A sensuous symphony of love, both passionate and bold.
For the Turkish woman, the charmer of my soul,
In Bhagsunag's embrace, our hearts found their role.

And as our paths diverged, and memories lingered on,
I cherish the moments we shared, forever etched upon.
For love knows no boundaries, no place or time,
It exists in the depths of the soul, an eternal chime.

So, let us embrace the sensuous and the divine,
In every encounter, let our spirits intertwine.
For love, in all its forms, is a gift to be revered,
A touch of the infinite, a presence to be endeared.