My Soulmate

In the blink of an eye
My world crumbled.
Catastrophe struck my life
Leaving me numb.

My soulmate, my childhood mate,
Whose shoulder I had oft wept on,
Who had remained steadfastly loyal,
Just vanished out of my life.

My soul mate loved sailing,
Always saying, ‘The wind, my drifter,
Safer world it always leads me to,
Was defeated in his super adventure on the seas.

My soulmate, true to his name,
Was hard as a rock, forever true,
Eye or heart, what was purer, I know not,
No bone, no flesh, no tatter was traced.

I awakened once again from my reverie,
To realise nothing lasts forever,
We did not meet by chance,
It was pre-destined.

My soulmate, I shall wait till eternity
Till we meet again,
Or please patiently wait till I join you,
To safeguard the pearly gates of heaven.

( Two guards for pearly gates is better company
and eases the boredom of scanty traffic! )

Poet’s Note:
A tribute to St. Peter on  Easter. Losing a soulmate like St.Peter can be traumatic. The desire to be with him at the Pearly Gates is etched in the heart.

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Balveen Cheema

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Balveen Cheema has been teaching English for 25 years. It is at the ripe age of 60 that she started penning her thoughts into poetry. Being brought up and educated by her grandparents in a cosmopolitan environs of Pune and visiting her parents in rural Punjab during her vacations, she shuttled between the modern and rural backgrounds . A strong streak of romanticism with nature and rustic pleasures is evident in many of her poems. At present she is residing in Chandigarh and still enjoying her first love, poetry!
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