My Reverie

MY REVERIE One day in my reverie, I am hand in hand with god. God: Hey, mukesh Hey mukesh Are you in the Race? What happen to your face, it become red and you breathe fast, May I think that is it your last? Mukki: Are you joking or making fun of me, My lord, these are just of hard work I do. If you have some doubt, Please don’t shout. Just refer to my friend, Who always ready for mend God: who is she? Mukki: her name is ilze. She lives in a beautiful city, Bridges and lakes are rampart of her house; Music is her love, knitting jollity. Mountain is her dream, India reverie, She utters my name like buzzing of bee. God: you are here, she is there. What it is? “An intercontinental mystery.” I don’t understand this chemistry. Mukki: My lord, don’t urge me to blurt, I respect her through the core of my heart. In my anguish she acts panacea for me; I feel ardent reading every mail sent by she. By the way Mr. God, This is not mystery, Indeed a superb chemistry. Chemistry of love, chemistry of fidelity, loyalty. When we perish, our children learnt that, One there was mukki and ilze , One there was mukki and ilze: (Mukesh anuragi)