The black beads set amidst the gold beads
A jewellery, to be adorned eternally.
Reminding us the promises we had made
To keep the hearts, happy and hale…
Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers
On a hustling, happening and upbeat day
I evoked a bond, tied a knot on the charm.
We sprang on path together, a long way.
The two threads, twined ever in loops…
Spirals, and circles, when she moves…
Catching one another, as if in a play..
Our lives too, so entwined now for sure.
The two plates, bound to one another…
Akin to lives, holding moments assorted
Like two parts of a pearl, broken for an endavor
Hence beautiful, in sync with the each other.
A trinket for some, a wealth for others…
The black beads never loose the flavor
Elegant, yet strong, in intricate patterns,
The trinket of marriage, shall last, forever
(Mangalsutra – a necklace of black and gold beads that is worn by a married hindu woman as a symbol of her love for her husband)