RTI for who made Rashtrapati Bhawan as the official Indian Presidential Residence

Do you know who made Rashtrapati Bhawan the official residence of the President of India?

If you don't know, you ain't the only one- NO ONE in India does, thats what official Govt. records say as provided to me using RTI.

The Beginning

A beautiful day, a beautiful evening,

The whole day I keep wondering.

Is it just the weather or the balance of the world is changing.

Love is magical, I knew,

Your omnipresence proves it right,

Its not possible to not think of you day and night.

Looking into your hypnotic eyes, I'm taken to oblivion,

I didn't even realize when you became my addiction.

Cuteness is exuberated by your aura,

Just your presence is a huge blessing for the surrounding fauna and flora.

With you I'll go to the beach and ask the ocean,

Out of sun and moon, at horizon, which is more beautiful;

Big tides would rise, waves would flow to scold me and say,

You have the biggest beauty in your arms-you fool!!

I could have never imagined that it would be your face on which I'll see love's gleam,

But then reality is much more beautiful than the dreams.

The Waiting Heart

What a sight would it be to watch you in the morning,
When the sun is rising and birds are still chirping.

The sparkle of your eyes attracts me like crazy,
Your hair beautifully flowing as fields of daisy.

Out of the window as I gaze,
I wonder, what is brighter-the sun or your face?

Fell in love with you when I saw you the first time,
And I still wait for you as I write this rhyme.

A Walk On The Beach

On a dusky evening, we went to the beach,
Standing on sand, confronting the tides, the horizon looked out of reach.

I looked into her beautiful eyes, held her hand and started the endless walk,
Water strayed across our feet, as I was left enchanted by the sea breeze playing with her hair locks.

Her presence enriched the ambience, the sea gulls flew by, the waves danced to appreciate,
I moved ahead, turned around, making the first step, to the little world for us, that I wanted to create.

Her intoxicating eyes fall upon mine, her lips moved up to smile as if about my next step she already knew,
And we became Adam and Eve of our little world as our breaths met followed by the sound of 'I love you'.

The Eyes

I was thinking what connected me to her,

We didn't meet, we didn't talk, still my heart was getting the spur.

I was lost, engrossed in my thoughts,

holding my head with folded hands, and my eyes closed;

No booze, no drugs, yet I was in the world of doped.

Day dreaming into action, my heart and mind composing a morceau,

The enlightenment happened, and I realized it was her eyes' gravitational force.

The endless ocean of emotions lay on her eyes' other side,

I was already deeply attached to them, deeply tied.

She would speak a thousand words through them, though trying hard to hide,

Deciphering them all was for me, a moment of pride.

Big, beautiful and intoxicating were they,

Thinking of them, I could even cuddle with a bale of hay.

When her eyes connected with mine,

I wished to swim across to the horizon that I saw in them, as  it became my life's goal line.

My day was made by the twinkle of her eyes,

I'd lie on terrace at night to watch the stars imitate them, this being my night's price.

Do I miss those eyes? Were they ever real? Did we ever meet?

Juggling between reality and fiction, I still try to answer the unanswered on this glorious sheet.