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“Loving her again and again It was romantic, Everything seemed idyllic, There she was everywhere, And I too was there somewhere, Life was breathing, With our hearts still beating, Like a stream always flowing, In my memories and around me she was glowing, Like a midsummer fair, Where joys with merriments have an eternal affair, Where moments end to begin again, In this world my love Irma, I shall love you again and again!”

“Love’s space In the distance, not too far but far enough, I had once seen her walking with someone, And that single, casual visual encounter was enough, To think of her always and that mysterious someone, They walked for a while and then sat under a tree, There they spoke of past while they were still discovering the present, And I wondered of my own future under the tree, Long after they had left, when I was dealing with my own present, I had somehow anchored my likings on her, My thoughts always felt her presence, She was there under the tree and I was with her, Although in reality she was exploring her own present in that someone’s presence, Yet I loved to return to the tree and be there for hours, Thinking of her and the future that could be, Her and mine, just ours, and then it would create for us unending hours, I so deeply wished if it could be, only if it could be, The tree is there, the stream too, I am always there between the stream and the tree, They both know it too, But what I wish for the girl and myself, the stream wishes for the tree, So whenever I am under the tree thinking of her, The stream flows by looking at the motionless and stationary tree, And then both remind me of her, Both the stream and the tree, Now it is winter and the stream has frozen, Just like the tree, motionless and anchored in eternity of nowhere, And in me, just like the stream, her thoughts and feelings are frozen, Because she now is the everywhere and everything in my emotional state called nowhere, Like the stream that to express her feelings of love towards the never moving tree, Froze itself completely and turned still, To feel the feelings of her darling and ever still tree, That even in her frozen state she loves still, in ways silent and still, So I share the stream’s irony or maybe I share the trees stillness, Its silence, where it quietly discloses that it never moves anywhere because it loves the stream, That always flows through its roots of love, and when the tree feels this romantic stillness, It decides to lie anchored on the banks of the stream, to enjoy his love’s accessible stream, And I feel the same for her whenever I am under the tree, Or with the stream that flows beside it, For she still exists there, frozen for my sake by the always still tree, And her reflection too is frozen in the running water of the stream, and I love feeling the wonder of it, All of it, the stream, the tree, she; and her frozen reflection in the stream’s water, And whenever I am here, the tree bends a bit, the stream slows her pace, And I see her beautiful face in the flowing water, the stream’s clear water, And then I too slow down my life’s pace, in this love’s own space, where time always loses its pace!”

“Beautiful ways Memories with deep feelings, Are like always retracting emotions, They drop like sticky cob web hanging from the ceilings, And retrieve many moments filled with deep sensations, Sometimes they lead to poignancy, And sometimes they bring flashes of her sweet memories, And then the heart struggles to find its buoyancy, Because the mind willingly all these moments carries, Poor heart’s every perversion, Fails to convince the mind to consider the heart’s requests, the heart that keeps it alive, Alas the mind is a slave to her memories and her beautiful sensation, And without bearing her feelings in no other thinking avenues it wishes to dive, So the heart beats with a sense of precariousness, While the mind seeks her sensations, her feelings and enters a state of meditation, Where it only ponders on her feelings and her loveliness, And the poor heart becomes the victim of its own creation, Of loving, of feeling, of emoting, of beating just for her, And as the mind becomes unresponsive, I neither think of my anguished heart, my inactive mind, but just about her, and only about her, And wait and hope that the reality becomes a little bit sensitive and a bit more submissive, But destiny that turns the wheels of time and everything, Has its own plans to execute and fulfil, To it love, lovers, feelings do not mean anything, Because it obeys someone else’s heart’s will, For destiny is true to her emotions and her love affair, And I too then proclaim I am devoted to my memories and their every sensation, And loving her is by all means sensible and fair, For if destiny can do what it pleases, my heart and mind too shall seek their destiny in their most loving destination, So let destiny play its game and cast the heart and mind in time’s bottomless well, But let it know, that we all- my heart, my mind and I, shall fill it too with her sensation, And then time may bid to every other life’s pursuit its final farewell, And then mine shall be the destiny and I shall live with her in the world that will be her beauty’s creation, So, let my heart love her enough, Let my mind think of her always, For time and destiny maybe tough, But love and facts always find their new and beautiful ways!”

“You and I “It should be filtered”, said she, Every feeling that you wish to share with me, “It should be just for me”, said she, Every kiss and every sweet memory, “It should always be near and never too far”, said she, Every echo of your heart beat, that only beats for me, “It should never end once it begins”, said she, Every moment of romance between you and me, “It should not conceal me”, said she, Every shadow of your love, your veil of feelings that falls over me, “It should brighten me to create a happy me”, said she, Every breath of yours should only sing of me and confess about me, “It should remind you how much I need you”, said she, Every day, every night, every lifetime, it has to be just me, only me, “It shall be so, my love!” , said I, Every moment, every day, and always just you and I, “It is a feeling I felt when I first realised how endless the sky is”, said I, And ever since then I have longed to tell you, it is forever you and I, “It is only then I like the stars and the beautiful blue sky”, said I, Now every day, she holds my hand and we witness the endless beauty of the endless sky!”

“Her eyes I wanted to see my face in her eyes, But the night was dark and there was no moon in the skies, I wanted to develop a cohesion with her every desire, And pervade her every feeling with a passionate fire, I wanted to see how deep her eyes were, Dive in them and sink deep into them somewhere, My wishes were like a cohort of my heart’s desires, Who for whatever reason only her beauty admires, Maybe her beauty seeps into me, Through the pervious moments of my life, and she becomes an inseparable part of me, So even when the night is dark and there is no moon in the sky, I can still see my reflection in her love kissed eye, And when sometimes I sink deep in them, I realise she too had been waiting for me in each one of them, So, she closes them slowly, And we both sink in them together; happily and lovingly, And the moon who wants to see her too, Curses the clouds, and the insensitive dark sky too, And now we both lie suspended in her sleepy eyes, Which only open for me, for nobody else; not even for the blue skies!”

“Who is who? In the silence that sinks into you, In the seclusion that excludes you, You begin to realise without her you are not you, And you begin to believe in her more than you do in you, Wherever you might be, her thoughts seem stubbornly pervasive, And in this state of her pervasiveness you let her memories become invasive, And now you are no more you and this happens to you in phases successive, Now everything appears yonder and so inconclusive, But you love her because now she is a part of you, You exist in her and not in you, Even your heart revolts as it begins to beat for her and not for you, You no longer exist in days or months, you just exist in moments where you wonder without her what are you? In life everything seems pertinent because you have evolved into a poker face, Because no matter how hard you try, in the mirror, in your own reflection you see her face, A sort of a purgatory for true lover’s face, Where through some intermediary grace you now kiss her face, Because now it is difficult to tell who is who, Whether it is you, it is her, and you wonder who can tell; who? After struggling to define who is who, You let her face, her memories, her feelings, her heart beats define you. Because this is who you are, the real you! So let me love you Irma with this poker face, And see if you can find the grace in this superimposed face, And when million reflections are cast in the mirror of life let me see if you can identify the face, That loved you for your beautiful heart and your inward grace!”

“Never quit on her To deal with the desires and feelings of the heart, Demands you to be an artist who knows life’s every art, That to love, feel loved and be sometimes discarded like scrap, And still steer the heart from this destiny’s trap, Where it seeks to push you into the base of the pit, Where longing and agony become your permanent habit, And if you realise it and yet you love her true, The pit shall reveal to you the sky that is clear and blue, And from there too your heart shall say, “I love you everyday and anyway!” It is then you shall become the artist who can paint hearts, Fo to paint hearts needs the knowledge of life’s most faint and sensitive colours of all sorts, That make the admirer believe in its beauty that throbs always, Though the person is not around but her feelings somehow seep into life’s long nights and short days! Just to keep you alive in the pit, So that you still love her and you do not quit!”

“She and her feeling! She seeks a chance, A moment to feel and romance, To fulfill with life her last dance, Before she feels serenaded by a new form of trance, Her love, her passions for someone, With whom she feels there are just two them and no one, With whom time appears to have acquired a new semblance, where being two feels like one, Her dance has ended and now she is waiting for this someone, She seeks him in every corner, She thinks of him to be engulfed by feelings warmer, His thoughts make her feel better, But she can't help, but wander, and wander, Until she has met this feeling, That she has already felt and with it her heart is already dealing, It feels like a very high ceiling, That you can see, but you can't touch, and ah this helpless feeling! So she waits at the corner, looking at the ceiling and gazing at hopes, That dangle from the ceiling like ropes, That you can see but you can't touch, just like beautiful hopes, With whom your heart often in dreams elopes, The high ceiling, the visible and reachable ropes, all there, Tempting and challenging the feeling of love, within her growing everywhere, But where is he, although she has searched for him everywhere, Then one day her heart beats differently and she realises he was always there, Just like the ceiling that was waiting not to be touched but to be felt, And when she let this realisation melt in her, his true sensation she felt, He appeared everywhere, and now with him just like her heart her eyes too dealt, Because finally she had felt the way he always felt!”

“Anyway! Like a memory she does not travel, She just stays in the mind of everything, A feeling that is abysmal and at the same time makes you feel well, Almost like experiencing everything but feeling nothing, But her thoughts and her memories remain intact, A love affair of a different kind maybe, Where infinity is the witness and love that lasts for eternity is the pact, There is no other way for it to exist maybe, Or it could be my predilection towards her memories, That makes everything else less preeminent, And gradually one loses interest in all worldly stories, Because her thought is still fresh and omnipresent, Like a flower that you come to admire in Summer, And you wait for the seasons to pass by, To witness this flower again in the new Summer, There, anticipating and waiting you lie, Not for the Summer, but for the flower, And how unnecessary everything else seems, Almost like a desperate lover, Whose heart often her name screams, But the yearnings of heart are silent, And no matter how much it cries or screams everyday, It has no audience, except the helpless firmament, Where it is heard, but it can't do anything to help it anyway!”

“Forever my love! Patterns of her vogue, manifest in everything, The long nights and the sunny days, A thing not influenced by her, there is almost nothing, The feelings are visceral as I think of her sweet ways, But these are not patterns you can see, They are beyond what meets the eye, A feeling vanquished from the territory of mind and cast into the sea, Sea of feelings floating in the boundaries of the heart and lodged in the eye, The eye of the lover, who is least vindictive, Where dreams are the same, every sight is the same, For other than her memories and nothing is more addictive, As long as the heart is caught in this game, But time the greatest swindler and the most gracious as well, Steals what two lovers wish so dearly to preserve, For it has no love story of its own to tell, So in the stocks of past moments our love stories it does conserve, And as I dream of her and her ways, Time waits for my dream to end, It has stood there now for a million days, For I, with my every heart beat, my love for her defend, So whenever a moment escapes to be lost forever, I store its essences in my memory, And for the time I replay it again and again, creating a moment called forever, So I trick time and trap it in a moment that was meant to be temporary, And here I am loving her in a moment that shall never end, Time is waiting, and maybe it will be in this state forever, While my memories to my heart, numerous moments of joys lend, I become part of a beautiful dream that eventually will continue forever!”

“Love, she and me! She stood there waiting, And being an admirer of hers I thought she was waiting for me, She brushed her hair sideways, And like others I thought she was doing it for me, She walked with grace and well measured steps, And I thought she was walking towards me, She smiled and her shimmering lips parted slowly, And I thought they parted and shimmered to kiss me, She knelt a bit and looked at the ground, And I felt she was looking at my shadow and then at me, She spoke of some wonderful experiences she had, And I thought they were all due to me, She raised her eyes to stare at the midday Sun, And I felt in its gleaming rays she was discovering me, She called someone haply, And I wished if it were me, just me, She traveled to some favourite destination, And I wished if it were me, She confessed her heart gives rise to endless desires, And I so deeply wished, all her desires led to me, just me, She looked at the starry night and and closed her eyes to dream, How I wished all her dreams were about me, In the morning she woke up with fresh smile, And I hoped the smile always flashes only when she thinks of me, Then she ventured into the affairs of the day, And I wished her every step brought her closer to me, She often said her prayers and thought about God, And how I wished that her God thought of me, She was carrying a bouquet of roses yesterday, And I wondered for whom could it be? And wished it were for me, Then she walked away holding just one rose in her hand, And I hoped she dropped it in front of me, It is afternoon and she is walking towards me, Maybe it is just my imagination because I feel her true joy lies in being with me, But who cares whether it is my imagination or something I so deeply wish for me, That I want to love her, and spend the days thinking that she only loves me, She has walked by so many times, But she has never walked towards me, It is a dilemma alike the day and the night, where one would never know whether the day seeks night or the night seeks the day, So whenever she walks past me, I convince my heart she was walking towards me, A decade has passed and her mere glimpse still gladdens me, But today she walked up to me and said, “do you like me or you love me?” I stood there speechless, not that my feelings have turned numb, but my words were failing me, But somehow I managed to say, “I love you more than me!”

“She! The gaze of night fell on her, She looked towards the moon, As I walked closer to her, As did the silver brightness of the Moon, Covering her in her silver attire, I stopped to witness the wonder that she was, Wearing the Moon’s silver attire, She looked more graceful than she already was, Then in the distance, the wind kissed few flowers, And bearing their scent it kissed her everywhere too, Now she smelled lovelier than all the flowers, And the most fragrant, wild roses too, The night grew darker and the moon grew brighter, And she shone like the sparkling, silver coloured gem, When she smiled, trust me nothing could look brighter, Than her eyes that bore the brilliance of the most resplendent gem, Sometimes when wind appeared around her to renew her scents, It ruffled her hair like a lover who is little shy, But tonight she shone with the beauty of nature’s bliss and its scents, While I with the night gaze looked at her bewildered, but least shy, So I held her hand, as the birds, for her, their songs of love sang, She looked at me and smiled, while gently winking her eyes, Where I captured the beauty of the skies, and then our hearts together sang, While I dived into her eyes and she finally accepted to forever dwell in my eyes, So I do not sleep now because there is no need to dream, Her dreams, her imaginations and memories bearing her scenes, Because in my eyes she lives like a beautiful sensation, that is missing in a dream, So if you see me awake during the nights, I am somewhere with her in my eyes, discovering her beauty’s endless scenes!”

“Painting of love This afternoon I saw a painting hanging on the wall, It was of a maiden in the prime of her beauty, The background was painted in rainbow colours, one and all, I had every reason to admire the artists sagacity, Her form looked perfect worthy of every appreciation, Her eyes interacted with mine, Her lips had a strong and intense red sensation, And from her arose feelings divine, Although she was just a portrait, A still painting hanging on the even more still wall, She was a feeling that moved through eyes into the heart without any freight, And in me, just like other mesmerised onlookers, she did feelings of “life in love” install, Maybe I only felt so, maybe I wanted to feel so, Because her eyes, her form, her everything reminded me of someone, And I imagined her in this painting on the wall, and I allowed my mind to believe so, As long as she did not remind me of anyone, or everyone, but just her, my special someone, So I sat there looking at the painting on the wall, I admired the salient aspects of her colourful beauty, And now I too was still, still like the painting and still like the dead wall, Now, not the painting, but the stillness it exuded had become my new propensity, Like a flower that is beautiful in the presence of the beauty that holds itself within it so still, A state where all conflicts are exhumed and everything that represents profanity dies, That is when this painting my heart does with million joys fill, And recreates her colourful visions within me, and now my life just on them relies, So, I often visit the painting on the wall, still hanging there, And maybe it will be so always, Until one day I find it everywhere, Because I wish to love her in a million ways!”

“You and everything! Everything and everyone can wait, As long as you are with me it is never late, For it is the Summer flowers that ought to worry, Because winter always seems to arrive in a hurry, But when you are beside me, who cares whether it is summer or winter, For we can create anything as long as we are together, So let the Sun rise Irma, and let it set, let the Moon shine and disappear, Because in your presence anything can reappear, Let it be night forever or a day that never ends, Because around you and for you everything without any hesitation bends, Let the world incriminate me for my belief, As long as you love me, I need not know or feel any other form of relief, Let the world pray to the Gods or who cares if it is a Godless world, Because in my universe there is a Goddess who creates for me a truly God fearing world, So, let everything end, or let everything begin, For when I am with you, I care not, whether I lose or win!”

“Your feelings In a place where there is nothing to seek, Where your scent is the only worth pursuing streak, Of memories, of feelings, of old times, of you and me, A place where there is nothing to seek, yet you can be and I can be, A wandering feeling roaming the vastness of this emotion, Where everything is held intact by your memories and their notion, And in this feeling I lie wrapped within your warm feelings, As the emotion grows intense, I then am reduced to nothing, but just a scent of your feelings, It is a beautiful place, that is calm and too quiet, The same place, where we had held hands and walked and met, Not somebody, but each other, you and me, But now the quiet looms all over, there is just the memories, the feelings, all still alive within me, I often walk in this wilderness of emotions and memories, And I feel questioned by the rustling leaves of the autumn trees, As if they seek your whereabouts in me, in my eyes, in my gestures, But all my memories are signatures of our moments of togetherness, experienced in the vastness of the life’s pastures, Where today many flowers bloom everywhere, They all bear your scent, your colours, but you are nowhere, However, these flowers last forever, and thus they feed my relentless wanderings, And there my love Irma you somehow appear everywhere, and I repose occupied by your wonderings!”

“Illusions of a lover! Illusions have neither a past nor any present, They always seem to hang in the moments of the future, For when experienced one never knows what they mean or represent, But they always arise from the person’s conscience and the stature, As for those who are in love everything is an illusion, When with her even real appears more real, When not with her even real seems unreal, a sort of hallucination, A dawn of new reality where everything is surreal, Only her smiles, her charms, her kisses, and her deep eyes exist, And the heart seeks its indulgences in them, And ah how much like a wanton kid it does persist, To only chase her, and seek her as if she were the most precious gem, The sun peeps in from the still and motionless curtains, And the weary eyes open hoping its rays will bring her along, But then everything drowns in the loud calls of martins, Until every sound resembles her voice and her beautiful song, Then nothing exists, neither the Sun, nor the curtains, and not even martins, Only your song and your endless memories, And the heart dutifully warbles to mind these emotional bulletins, So, I rest my head on a pile of your feelings and bid farewell to all my worries! And now it is me and your feelings spread all over, The heart stops beating, the mind stops to think, For now Irma, begins the journey called forever, Where moments do not pass as eyes blink, Because the heart does not beat and the mind does not think, Making time irrelevant and unnecessary, And as in this moment called forever we sink, We now only seek what is necessary, You, your memories, your charms and your smiles, As this restful state extends into eternity, It marks an end of life’s tribulations and trials, Because now your feelings envelope me to create a new feeling of serenity!”

“Let it! It was lingering still in the air, Like a moment in time that refused to go anywhere, Her scent, and with it she seemed to spread everywhere, My heart had found her, though my eyes kept asking, “where, where?” The matters of heart that mind never comprehends, So to oblige the heart mind too pretends, And to oblige heart’s every wish now it its own logic bends, And ah the irony, that the heart in love never pretends, So I have to convince my eyes, my sense of touch, all senses of mine, To learn to be patient and wait like an aging bottle of wine, If they were to taste the feelings of love refined and fine, They better know it is the dear heart of mine, And if it seeks her in everything, Let it be so, and let it spare nothing, For it is the heart’s matter, the heart’s thing, Where sometimes, something resembles everything, Right now let it find some peace in just imagining about her, Let it behind the shadows romance her, Amble with her and serenade her, Maybe she is yet to accept that it loves her, just her!”

“Your memories Thoughts that travel from memories to mind, Many feelings and emotions they unwind, Almost like a stiff creeper vine that uncurls with first Spring shower, Your memories make me feel like a flower, That waits to feel clad in the Sunshine, And unwind just like the weary and twisted creeper vine, But right now there is neither you nor the Sun, but just the creeper, That grows on the surface of your imagination as your thoughts sink into me deeper and deeper, While I wait for you and the creeper waits for the rain drops, I hope this love affair with hoping and imagining someday stops, So that the creeper vines can gradually and forever unwind, So that you exist in the real world and not just in the memories of my mind!”

“Everything and she! Still, silent and motionless, That is how the world appears without her, A world of beauty that has been sleepless, And is eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of her, Before the rivers, the flowers, the wind; all sleep and rest. The Summer has gone by and Autumn has passed too, Now it is winter when in the mornings East looks like the West, And the less radiant Sun longs to catch a glimpse of her too, The world, the morning and the evenings as well, All seem to pass by as usual, but with a slower pace, Where is she? Nothing and nobody can tell, But the hope to see her someday has made them adopt a slower pace, While I look at the Sun, the mountains and the rivers, I am reminded of her, So, I too have adopted the nature’s pace, And at times I see her waking shadows turn and stir, And ah, how jovial is my heart’s pace, the happy pace, and then it is her face and the heart beating with a happy pace!”

“You and your thoughts! The vagueness of the future, the memories of yesterday and the promises of today, Remind me of you, everyday, and whenever it is today, In the last moment of wakeful mind before falling asleep, It is you I think of and you I dream of when I am fast asleep, In the view of the busy and at times relaxed world and the perspectives thereof, I look for you in everything, in its corners, in its open spaces, and live off the memories thereof, In the mind’s silence and in the heart’s endless beatings to keep kissing life, I listen to them both while thinking of you in my every passing moment of life, In the present that rushes to meet the future and shorten my span of dreams and desires, I smile silently because it does not know my life is but an endless bloom of your memories and your desires, In this moment while I am thinking of you Irma and my mind weaves a tapestry of known feelings, I wish you knew, I wish you realised, that all of them are our feelings, those beautiful bygone feelings, In the moments when I exist and yet feel maybe I don’t at all belong in the present, I roll my memories, I wrap my desires, and I slumber in the past, where you and your feelings are the only present! In this state I never realise when it is midday, when it is night and when it is today, Because now you become my only dream, my only memory, my only feeling and an everlasting today!”

“You and your beauty’s world! They say imagination is always ahead of the dream, So I imagine about you, your ways, your sweet smile, and then I retire into a dream, Where you are the imagination, you are the reality, Where I sleep in the palpable wonder of your beauty, And whenever I wake up in these endless projections of your beauty, I feel within me the rush of your beauty and its sanctity, Then when I have reposed in it for long enough, I imagine again and indulge in the imaginary bluff, Where you are cast in the mirror of my life and now you reflect everywhere, Easily everywhere because in this world there is no here and no there, It is always everywhere although you are just somewhere, Because it does not matter as long as your beauty and you are there, just there, Then who cares whether it is left or right, up or down, East or West, For me in your presence everything appears to be in a state nothing short of the best, So it is this world, your world, your beauty’s world where you are installed in every atom and its every element, And even God wonders what is this new, but such a wonderful element!”

“She is my purpose! Wandering along the pavement, Trying to find an agreement, Between my pragmatic mind and a romantic heart, And sometimes knowing not where to end and when to start, I let the wanderings continue, maybe forever, Because I am yet to reach a place called, nowhere, That infact is somewhere, But not in the vicinities of places known by me as here and there, So, I let myself love her for now, think of her for now, And believe in our love and its vow, And this revives my peace, maybe it does, Just for a moment, just for a while it does, Maybe it is in this moment I become oblivious to this place called nowhere, Because when I am with her, I just wish to be here, just here, And when she leaves, forever turns into never, and somewhere into nowhere, Then, though I am somewhere, I am still nowhere, still nowhere, So before seeking this place of bliss, Let me seek her and her kiss, Because it is then that everything assumes meaning and purpose, And it is then that my heart in the curiosity of my mind does find a worthwhile purpose!”

“With her! Today and at the moment right now, But soon, nowhere and no more now, That is how she loves me, Always now, but in a moment nowhere to be, Today dreaming about yesterday, Where tomorrow is never meant to be today, An un-ending streak of yesterdays and todays, Where she is nothing more than the memory of the bygone days, And how the memories flashback in every passing moment, Reminding me of her and her seductive scent, As she flashes before my eyes, I curse my helplessness because I cannot hold her despite my million tries, Then something within me cries and slowly dies, And in this permanent visual fixation now my heart lies!”

“Your summer! Like the Summer that resides in everything, That in Spring sprouted from nowhere and today is the most beautiful thing, The Summer of beautiful imaginations, Where your thoughts are the Summer like sensations, That grow over me from everywhere, And I often think of you whether I am everywhere or just somewhere, Like the Summer that spreads and grows profound, In you all my joys I have found, So let the seasons pass and redefine beauty’s sensations, In you I shall always discover beauty’s original passions and feel its true realisations. But for now let me enjoy this Summer and your presence, And bathe in your every essence!”

“She in the crowd! There she stood in the middle of the busy street, Stranded, thoughtful and trying hard to absorb life’s every beat, That of moving people, the bustle of every sort, She seemed to have paused to understand its finesse before she could take part, In this life of constant imagination, new thoughts and never ending motion, To seek moments of order in the midst of commotion, To lead a life of purpose and some joy, While dealing with life’s every evil ploy, So, there she stood gazing at all and everything, Learning the song of life before she could herself sing, But right now she was trying to understand its notes and its actual melody, That was there in every commotion, in every pandemonium, and in every moment lively, There she was, still and motionless as people passed by her in scores, She looked at them, their movements and their expressions, and sometimes looked at shopping stores, Then suddenly as if she had found the meaning of life and its duty, She smiled and took her steps towards her destiny, And she became part of the crowd too, And maybe she is someone who with a smile today at a street looked at you, Then she went her way and you went your way, but always towards a destiny, That for you is of your choosing and for her a choice made by her destiny, If you only know what I mean, life is to us all as beautiful as it might seem, To a few it is a constant strife whereas to a few it is a beautiful dream, But whatever it might be, it certainly is about motion, about commotion and finding that balance, Where your life, with your dreams and desires manages to achieve a perfect resemblance!”

“Innocent girl! There in the distance she walked, She skipped, she frolicked and with a stranger she talked, Just for a while, maybe a moment or two, Still wondering what next to do, Maybe keep talking or just keep walking, Then the stranger left, but it was her innocence that he was stalking, I followed the stranger, and he followed the young girl, She was dressed decently with her each ear adorned with a pearl, Then as she reached the edge of the park, Where it is usually cold and dark, The stranger stood before her, And then he followed her, wherever she went it seemed he was with her, The girl seemed worried and uncomfortable, And desperately looked for means to feel a bit secure and comfortable, The stranger was resolved to keep bothering her, As I wondered what pleasure from this hideous act he might incur, He was about to assault her dignity, Without any remorse, any forethought and with no sign of pity, The girl closed her eyes, And I wonder in that moment what she felt about herself and about the inaction of the skies, It was then I decided to come forward, And I asked her if there was anything making her feel awkward, "Yes, yes," she said hurriedly, "It is him, he has been stalking me shamelessly," Then I turned toward this person, And I asked him if to justify his behaviour he had any valid reason, He shrugged his shoulders and walked away, The innocence of the young girl was saved today, But tomorrow when none of us is there, What shall she do and who will offer her strength in her moments of fear, Maybe it is time to change something forever, If we cannot do it now, then we may never, Today the stranger left, But who shall compensate the young girl for the theft, That robbed her of her freedom and innocence, Well I guess nobody can, because whenever she will be on a street, she will always feel the stranger’s presence!”