From a groom's diary

The wait finally ends,
as she sets upon,
our biggest journey,
flanked by her kin,
counting her steps,
measuring each one.
Veiled face,bright as sun
peeping from clouds,
kohled eyes, stare at
entwined flowery floor.
My heart resonates
with her every gait,
I pinch myself 'n check
if I'm alive and awake.


I try reading her mind,
perhaps it's time I start
learning this art, and
I fail again and again.
I'm forced a smile, by
A sudden rush of
memories - our first
meeting on terrace,
shying and vying,
to break the ice, and
utter loss'f words.
And minutes later
her bubbly chuckle,
at my anecdotes.

On stage now, our
hearts beat in tandem,
the only thing I can hear.
The moment is so unlike
whatever I'd imagined.
She looks confused,
a little annoyed, emaciated,
but happy and excited !
"You'll be fine", I whisper,
careful from prying eyes.
A coy glance follows,
reserved just for me,
and I succumb,
"Don't look at them,
they might die !"


At a time when marriages are in the air, I thought of trying to capture a groom's state of mind. The bride's perspective is captured nicely at  
http://poojaroutray.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-was-her-man.html