Love- Mythical Or Real

Till some months back No thought No planning Her waters Almost drying Making even Meandering difficult Then A faint idea Of an ocean Somewhere ahead Her reason For a gradual surge Over those otherwise Lovelorn pebbles Her waters again Happily gurgling But for Melting snow In that once Stoic Mountain Somewhere upstream Her life would have Continued to be a trickle Now She wants to change course Suddenly flooded With loving desires And it is happening Almost effortlessly Now She often Says to herself ‘I don’t want to go The mythical Saraswati way’