Souls' Mates

The sight of souls meeting with their fated mates
Remains as thrilling a joy
As is sitting in a clear forest on a cool day
And listening to river waters gurgle
As they diligently make their way to the ocean!

The moment souls meet with their fated mates
Remains as ecstatic as when stars birth
Propelled by some invisible hand
Perceived not by human senses!

Why, souls, lost and totally disconnected with their fates
Remain thirsting for their fated mates
As long as the skies would want to see them suffer
But the moment redemption has been attained
Souls do get to meet their other halves,
So that, when entwined and tangled in each other's
Feverish and desirous rapture
Pray, all the inhabitants of the other realms
Feel compelled to close their eyes
Unable to bear the embers of their blushing cheeks!

Pray, the higher powers do introduce their will
Seeking solely to see the trodden souls awaken
So as to bless them with the grace of mysticism
Which shall allow them to pluck stars and
To make love in deserts of golden sand
Illuminated by a thousand moons
While being held protected and secured
By the bliss of eternity!

Yes, when fated souls meet with each other
The whole of Existence itself
Forms a bonding circle
Around them, merely wanting to see them
Being for each other,
The God and the Goddess of Love!