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“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 it was just a portrait, A still painting hanging on the 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 and 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 with million joys my heart fills in the life’s unforgiving mill, 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, in the narrow lanes, on the byways and all the highways!”

“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!”

“Mind and the streets! In the streets and across the lanes, Where eye of the mind its every faculty trains, The body sometimes seems marooned and vilified, By the mind whose every quest it defied, Because the body travels through these lanes and streets, Obeying the will of mind without seeking any treats, But sometimes the body begins to question why, Shall it be the one that always has to undergo the agony and yet never be able to defy, So, it develops a liking for the dutifully beating heart, That obeys the mind till its end, right from the very start, And slowly the mind senses the revolt seeking the form of an uprising, And it tames the body in ways strange and surprising, In the final attempt the body treats the heart as its central mind, Then the body is everywhere, and now the only thing you cannot find is the ever scheming and cunning mind! So the body lives happily with the heart, As the mind gradually knows its actual place and its influence begins to wane and depart!”

“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!”