When Eyes First Met
He saw her in the garden,
She looked away — but the wind stopped.
Even the flowers forgot to bloom.
The earth had found its center.
In that one glance, Shri Ram saw not just a bride, but the goddess of purity. Sita saw not just a prince, but the soul she had always known. No words passed — because love bowed in silence.
Love in Exile
He had a bow.
She had a smile.
The forest bowed to both.
No palace, no throne, yet she walked behind him like devotion follows divinity. They had nothing — yet the trees whispered, “They are kings.”
In their humble hut lived heaven.
The Full Moon in Separation
She in Lanka,
He in tears.
But between them,
The moon carried messages.
Even the stars could not sleep as Sita wept beneath them. And Ram, holding her hairpin close to his heart, let the wind become his prayer. Distance did not break love — it deepened it.
Love Beyond Fire
She walked through fire.
He stood still — not as judge,
But as flame.
Sita’s purity could not be tested — only revealed. Ram knew. But the world needed light to understand their fire. And fire itself became her witness. Love stood untouched by smoke.
The Homecoming
No music played.
Yet Ayodhya danced.
Because she returned,
And he smiled.
When Sita returned beside Ram, the sun rose softer, the bells rang sweeter, and even the sky looked golden. The kingdom knew — Lakshmi and Narayana had come home.
