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“You must be willing to pay the price of being called an “adult”. Stop and reflect upon your life.”
― Sinless
― Sinless
“At the edge of forever!
I was at a new limit,
The place called the edge of time and light,
There was nothing like beyond because this was it,
Where everything ended or maybe began, it was neither day nor night,
Time did not slow, it just had no flow,
There was everywhere, there was nowhere, there was up and there was down,
And time did not know where to go,
So it stood there at the edge like a king without crown,
At this edge of forever when I looked back,
There was time looping towards this limit,
Chasing it like a light chases the black,
And when it had found it, it realised this indeed wasn't it,
Of what it had been dreaming from the moment of its creation,
A place where it could rest just a while,
And feel its own self, and known its own sensation,
But even a single step cannot be missed in a journey of a mile,
And for time it was the curse of its own creation,
So when its moments stood at the edge of forever,
They realised it was the end of everything, every now, every then, every this and every that,
And from this edge they could now escape never,
Because what these moments of time had been seeking it was not that,
The edge of universe where there is no gravity,
Where time could adopt a milder pace,
Alas, time was kissed by eternity,
So it was bound to be exiled in its own space,
The edge of forever,
Where there is everywhere and yet there is nowhere,
And their lie the most primitive forms of moments of time roaming the edge of forever,
There what happens once is repeated never,
That is why it is the edge, the ultimate limit,
Time can never travel beyond and light can never reach,
This final and remotest limit,
Where the virtues of time are breached, and time is left with nothing to breach,
There my love, I will love you behind everything,
And lay these immortal and ancient moments of time at your feet,
And then you and I shall enjoy everything,
There my love I shall wait for you at the edge of forever as long as my heart can beat!”
―
I was at a new limit,
The place called the edge of time and light,
There was nothing like beyond because this was it,
Where everything ended or maybe began, it was neither day nor night,
Time did not slow, it just had no flow,
There was everywhere, there was nowhere, there was up and there was down,
And time did not know where to go,
So it stood there at the edge like a king without crown,
At this edge of forever when I looked back,
There was time looping towards this limit,
Chasing it like a light chases the black,
And when it had found it, it realised this indeed wasn't it,
Of what it had been dreaming from the moment of its creation,
A place where it could rest just a while,
And feel its own self, and known its own sensation,
But even a single step cannot be missed in a journey of a mile,
And for time it was the curse of its own creation,
So when its moments stood at the edge of forever,
They realised it was the end of everything, every now, every then, every this and every that,
And from this edge they could now escape never,
Because what these moments of time had been seeking it was not that,
The edge of universe where there is no gravity,
Where time could adopt a milder pace,
Alas, time was kissed by eternity,
So it was bound to be exiled in its own space,
The edge of forever,
Where there is everywhere and yet there is nowhere,
And their lie the most primitive forms of moments of time roaming the edge of forever,
There what happens once is repeated never,
That is why it is the edge, the ultimate limit,
Time can never travel beyond and light can never reach,
This final and remotest limit,
Where the virtues of time are breached, and time is left with nothing to breach,
There my love, I will love you behind everything,
And lay these immortal and ancient moments of time at your feet,
And then you and I shall enjoy everything,
There my love I shall wait for you at the edge of forever as long as my heart can beat!”
―
“I exist through you!
An existence like a fluid,
Where everything assumes the shape of desires,
The heart keeps beating and thoughts keep arising,
While passions do not settle and rage like wildfires,
Dreams float in an ocean of fluid imaginations,
Mountains gaze at the stars tirelessly,
Hoping they would fall somehow and tumble over its edges,
And in hope of the stars, and the mountain peaks, I climb the mountains of my life relentlessly,
The moonlight shines over the summit,
But in a while the summit vanishes and the mountain is gone,
In this fluid world only your thoughts have a reliable permanence,
Desires in the ocean of imagination take dips of hope,
To retrieve the wet feelings of your kiss and those wet moments of romance,
The sky sometimes looks at me and feels sad,
Maybe, it is just a false impression of my mind,
But it is true in your absence the ocean of fluid desires tends to get deeper,
And over its ripples, waves, and million whirling cones they try to unwind,
But then fluidity comes with inherent uncertainty,
And a desire that exists as a memory of summer or anything that is not bound to you, eventually tends to fuse with your memories too,
And in this vast and deep ocean of fluidity,
Then you and your memories spread everywhere,
They now govern the principles of fluid desires in the ocean of fluid wishes,
Where every desire begins with you only to end with you,
And as waves of my fluid existence cascade through the unknown plains of life,
My mountains of desires and your memories always remind them of you,
Those wet feelings, our feelings, that sink to the bottom of this ocean,
Raise its volume of sentiment and emotional viscosity,
Then the fluid motion somehow stops to move,
And I get carried to the middle of this world of our desires, our wishes, our kisses that engulf me in their enormity,
And I gradually spread my arms wide,
To let this fluid world of existence circle me,
The moon disappears, the stars turn fainter and the night turns dark,
As these wet kisses, wet desires riding the waves of fluid imaginations flow through me,
And I become a fluid entity myself in this fluid world of desires,
Then the mountains fall, stars tumble and the sky collapses too,
Because now it is just you and only you, in this world of fluid desires,
Where I exist, but now only through you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
An existence like a fluid,
Where everything assumes the shape of desires,
The heart keeps beating and thoughts keep arising,
While passions do not settle and rage like wildfires,
Dreams float in an ocean of fluid imaginations,
Mountains gaze at the stars tirelessly,
Hoping they would fall somehow and tumble over its edges,
And in hope of the stars, and the mountain peaks, I climb the mountains of my life relentlessly,
The moonlight shines over the summit,
But in a while the summit vanishes and the mountain is gone,
In this fluid world only your thoughts have a reliable permanence,
Desires in the ocean of imagination take dips of hope,
To retrieve the wet feelings of your kiss and those wet moments of romance,
The sky sometimes looks at me and feels sad,
Maybe, it is just a false impression of my mind,
But it is true in your absence the ocean of fluid desires tends to get deeper,
And over its ripples, waves, and million whirling cones they try to unwind,
But then fluidity comes with inherent uncertainty,
And a desire that exists as a memory of summer or anything that is not bound to you, eventually tends to fuse with your memories too,
And in this vast and deep ocean of fluidity,
Then you and your memories spread everywhere,
They now govern the principles of fluid desires in the ocean of fluid wishes,
Where every desire begins with you only to end with you,
And as waves of my fluid existence cascade through the unknown plains of life,
My mountains of desires and your memories always remind them of you,
Those wet feelings, our feelings, that sink to the bottom of this ocean,
Raise its volume of sentiment and emotional viscosity,
Then the fluid motion somehow stops to move,
And I get carried to the middle of this world of our desires, our wishes, our kisses that engulf me in their enormity,
And I gradually spread my arms wide,
To let this fluid world of existence circle me,
The moon disappears, the stars turn fainter and the night turns dark,
As these wet kisses, wet desires riding the waves of fluid imaginations flow through me,
And I become a fluid entity myself in this fluid world of desires,
Then the mountains fall, stars tumble and the sky collapses too,
Because now it is just you and only you, in this world of fluid desires,
Where I exist, but now only through you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“I exist through you!
An existence like a fluid,
Where everything assumes the shape of desires,
The heart keeps beating and thoughts keep arising,
While passions do not settle and rage like wildfires,
Dreams float in an ocean of fluid imaginations,
Mountains gaze at the stars tirelessly,
Hoping they would fall somehow and tumble over its edges,
And in hope of the stars, and the mountain peaks, I climb the mountains of my life relentlessly,
The moonlight shines over the summit,
But in a while the summit vanishes and the mountain is gone,
In this fluid world only your thoughts have a reliable permanence,
Desires in the ocean of imagination take dips of hope all alone,
To retrieve the wet feelings of your kiss and those wet moments of romance,
The sky sometimes looks at me and feels sad and develops an unknown urge,
Maybe, it is just a false impression of my mind,
But it is true in your absence the ocean of fluid desires tends to get deeper and feels like a dirge,
And over its ripples, waves, and million whirling cones they try to unwind,
But then fluidity comes with inherent uncertainty,
And a desire that exists as a memory of summer or anything that is not bound to you Irma, eventually tends to fuse with your memories too,
And in this vast and deep ocean of fluidity,
Then you and your memories spread everywhere,
They now govern the principles of fluid desires in the ocean of fluid wishes,
Where every desire begins with you only to end with you,
And as waves of my fluid existence cascade through the unknown plains of life where everything perishes,
My mountains of desires and your memories Irma, always remind them of you,
Those wet feelings, our feelings, that sank to the bottom of this ocean,
Raise its volume of sentiment and emotional viscosity,
Then the fluid motion somehow stops to move and everything gets stranded in this still state of the ocean,
But I get carried to the middle of this world of our desires, our wishes, our kisses and they engulf me in their enormity,
And I gradually spread my arms wide,
To let this fluid world of existence circle me,
The moon disappears, the stars turn fainter and the night turns dark in this still ocean wide,
As these wet kisses, wet desires stir again, they flow through me,
And I become a fluid entity myself in this fluid world of desires,
Then the mountains fall, stars tumble and the sky collapses too,
Because now it is just you and only you, in this world of fluid desires,
Where I exist, but now only through you!
The ocean of fluid imaginations finally enters into a restive state,
As my fluid existence bonds with your wet kisses and wet desires,
The wet kisses splash over me in this tempest of fluid desires and now neither you nor I am a desire innate!”
― They Loved in 2075!
An existence like a fluid,
Where everything assumes the shape of desires,
The heart keeps beating and thoughts keep arising,
While passions do not settle and rage like wildfires,
Dreams float in an ocean of fluid imaginations,
Mountains gaze at the stars tirelessly,
Hoping they would fall somehow and tumble over its edges,
And in hope of the stars, and the mountain peaks, I climb the mountains of my life relentlessly,
The moonlight shines over the summit,
But in a while the summit vanishes and the mountain is gone,
In this fluid world only your thoughts have a reliable permanence,
Desires in the ocean of imagination take dips of hope all alone,
To retrieve the wet feelings of your kiss and those wet moments of romance,
The sky sometimes looks at me and feels sad and develops an unknown urge,
Maybe, it is just a false impression of my mind,
But it is true in your absence the ocean of fluid desires tends to get deeper and feels like a dirge,
And over its ripples, waves, and million whirling cones they try to unwind,
But then fluidity comes with inherent uncertainty,
And a desire that exists as a memory of summer or anything that is not bound to you Irma, eventually tends to fuse with your memories too,
And in this vast and deep ocean of fluidity,
Then you and your memories spread everywhere,
They now govern the principles of fluid desires in the ocean of fluid wishes,
Where every desire begins with you only to end with you,
And as waves of my fluid existence cascade through the unknown plains of life where everything perishes,
My mountains of desires and your memories Irma, always remind them of you,
Those wet feelings, our feelings, that sank to the bottom of this ocean,
Raise its volume of sentiment and emotional viscosity,
Then the fluid motion somehow stops to move and everything gets stranded in this still state of the ocean,
But I get carried to the middle of this world of our desires, our wishes, our kisses and they engulf me in their enormity,
And I gradually spread my arms wide,
To let this fluid world of existence circle me,
The moon disappears, the stars turn fainter and the night turns dark in this still ocean wide,
As these wet kisses, wet desires stir again, they flow through me,
And I become a fluid entity myself in this fluid world of desires,
Then the mountains fall, stars tumble and the sky collapses too,
Because now it is just you and only you, in this world of fluid desires,
Where I exist, but now only through you!
The ocean of fluid imaginations finally enters into a restive state,
As my fluid existence bonds with your wet kisses and wet desires,
The wet kisses splash over me in this tempest of fluid desires and now neither you nor I am a desire innate!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Silence of the desert!
The Summer flower and the lover,
The night sky and the moon light lovelier,
The rain and the monsoon that is wetter,
A moment in time forever and a moment called never,
The high that balances with the low,
The deep of ocean at the shores is shallow,
The midday Sun in the night is Moon’s glow,
The summer colours like rainbow and the Autumnal yellow,
The bound cocoon and the the free butterfly,
The web and the spiders ploys,
The vast sky and the wings of freedom to fly,
The responsible manhood and the careless wanton boy,
The right that knows the wrong,
And the wrong that sometimes never knows where right does belong,
Life that walks and death that never likes life’s song,
The day chasing the night and the night chasing the day to create eternity’s song,
A feeling of never ending silence over a vast desert of sand dunes,
Climbs and walks past the sinking steps of time in these dunes,
To greet me in the Summer land of my life while it is playing the love tunes,
And as the silence spreads I am reminded of you and me together, just like the silence over the sand dunes,
Without you the Summer exists, but never feels so,
Because with you around, even the desert feels like Summer and then this feeling does not go,
Then it is always the Summer flower and the lover, wherever I see or I may go,
Then the chase between night and day ends and it remains so,
So I often visit this desert of silence, this desert of time’s sinking foot steps,
Because in this silence as my heart beats, I only hear your steps,
The whispers of silence which are like your billion foot steps,
All marching towards me , you, your memories, your feelings riding these footsteps,
Then the stillness, the silence, the sand dunes turn into a mirage of gleaming beauty,
A gateway unto you and your endless beauty,
And there in this silence I become a part of this new nativity,
The stillness, the silence, the vastness and in the midst of all this, the desert blooms like the summer bearing your beauty!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The Summer flower and the lover,
The night sky and the moon light lovelier,
The rain and the monsoon that is wetter,
A moment in time forever and a moment called never,
The high that balances with the low,
The deep of ocean at the shores is shallow,
The midday Sun in the night is Moon’s glow,
The summer colours like rainbow and the Autumnal yellow,
The bound cocoon and the the free butterfly,
The web and the spiders ploys,
The vast sky and the wings of freedom to fly,
The responsible manhood and the careless wanton boy,
The right that knows the wrong,
And the wrong that sometimes never knows where right does belong,
Life that walks and death that never likes life’s song,
The day chasing the night and the night chasing the day to create eternity’s song,
A feeling of never ending silence over a vast desert of sand dunes,
Climbs and walks past the sinking steps of time in these dunes,
To greet me in the Summer land of my life while it is playing the love tunes,
And as the silence spreads I am reminded of you and me together, just like the silence over the sand dunes,
Without you the Summer exists, but never feels so,
Because with you around, even the desert feels like Summer and then this feeling does not go,
Then it is always the Summer flower and the lover, wherever I see or I may go,
Then the chase between night and day ends and it remains so,
So I often visit this desert of silence, this desert of time’s sinking foot steps,
Because in this silence as my heart beats, I only hear your steps,
The whispers of silence which are like your billion foot steps,
All marching towards me , you, your memories, your feelings riding these footsteps,
Then the stillness, the silence, the sand dunes turn into a mirage of gleaming beauty,
A gateway unto you and your endless beauty,
And there in this silence I become a part of this new nativity,
The stillness, the silence, the vastness and in the midst of all this, the desert blooms like the summer bearing your beauty!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Your special someone!
In the vastness of her inner mind,
In the confines of her selective memories,
In the visions of her eyes refined,
I want to discover our love stories,
In the blinking of her eyelids,
In the movement of her hands,
In the flickering of her lips and their deliberate wet slides,
I wish to create our empire of love lands,
In the mere act of her standing and doing nothing,
Just standing there staring at time,
In her thoughts, in her feelings, and in her everything,
I want to be her companion, or a mere shadow always cast on her moment of time,
In the idleness of her mind and its moments of thinking,
In the days of her life and the nights of her dreams,
In the smile that springs from her face when her beautiful eyes are blinking,
I wish to be her happy dreams and those infinite love beams,
In her playful mood, in her pensive moments,
In her feelings that originate from somewhere within her,
In her heart beats and her life’s pavements,
I want to be her blissful destiny, just like a feeling always living within her,
In the moments of her secret confessions,
When her heart secretly talks to her mind,
In her secret love breeding sessions,
I wish to be her passion, her emotion, her feeling, her everything that she wishes to find,
In her North, her South, her East and in her West,
In her quest to seek her moment of glory,
In the adventures of her heart where she is the best,
I wish to be the beginning and the end of her life’s every story,
In the day when she is awake,
And during the night when she is asleep,
In the silence of her mind, where she, her darling worlds does make,
I wish to be her treasure, her feelings, that always towards me leap,
In the sensitivity of her actions,
In the beauty that glows on her beautiful face,
In her simple, yet charming attractions,
I wish to be that ingredient of eternal grace,
In the silence of her room,
In the tender fluttering of her window curtains,
In the beauty of her Summer bloom,
I wish to be her heart’s only happy bulletins,
In the tip-toeing of her feet,
In the humming of her favorite song,
In the relaxing rhythm of her every heart-beat,
I wish to be her movement, leading her to my heart and memories, where she truly does belong,
In the feelings of her passionate kiss,
In the passions of her midnight dreams,
In the moments of her sensual bliss,
I wish to be her desire, and the loveliest dream, that so real seems,
In the sunshine of the beautiful Summer day,
In the calm of the warm Summer night,
In the sweet corner of her room, where, she her dreams of passion does display,
I wish to be her anxiety, and her love’s delight,
In that every thought where she thinks of someone,
In that step that she takes towards that special someone,
In her need to be with someone,
Irma, I wish to be the only one, that special someone!”
― They Loved in 2075!
In the vastness of her inner mind,
In the confines of her selective memories,
In the visions of her eyes refined,
I want to discover our love stories,
In the blinking of her eyelids,
In the movement of her hands,
In the flickering of her lips and their deliberate wet slides,
I wish to create our empire of love lands,
In the mere act of her standing and doing nothing,
Just standing there staring at time,
In her thoughts, in her feelings, and in her everything,
I want to be her companion, or a mere shadow always cast on her moment of time,
In the idleness of her mind and its moments of thinking,
In the days of her life and the nights of her dreams,
In the smile that springs from her face when her beautiful eyes are blinking,
I wish to be her happy dreams and those infinite love beams,
In her playful mood, in her pensive moments,
In her feelings that originate from somewhere within her,
In her heart beats and her life’s pavements,
I want to be her blissful destiny, just like a feeling always living within her,
In the moments of her secret confessions,
When her heart secretly talks to her mind,
In her secret love breeding sessions,
I wish to be her passion, her emotion, her feeling, her everything that she wishes to find,
In her North, her South, her East and in her West,
In her quest to seek her moment of glory,
In the adventures of her heart where she is the best,
I wish to be the beginning and the end of her life’s every story,
In the day when she is awake,
And during the night when she is asleep,
In the silence of her mind, where she, her darling worlds does make,
I wish to be her treasure, her feelings, that always towards me leap,
In the sensitivity of her actions,
In the beauty that glows on her beautiful face,
In her simple, yet charming attractions,
I wish to be that ingredient of eternal grace,
In the silence of her room,
In the tender fluttering of her window curtains,
In the beauty of her Summer bloom,
I wish to be her heart’s only happy bulletins,
In the tip-toeing of her feet,
In the humming of her favorite song,
In the relaxing rhythm of her every heart-beat,
I wish to be her movement, leading her to my heart and memories, where she truly does belong,
In the feelings of her passionate kiss,
In the passions of her midnight dreams,
In the moments of her sensual bliss,
I wish to be her desire, and the loveliest dream, that so real seems,
In the sunshine of the beautiful Summer day,
In the calm of the warm Summer night,
In the sweet corner of her room, where, she her dreams of passion does display,
I wish to be her anxiety, and her love’s delight,
In that every thought where she thinks of someone,
In that step that she takes towards that special someone,
In her need to be with someone,
Irma, I wish to be the only one, that special someone!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“It began again!
It began when everything had ended,
When there was nothing left that could be defended,
The universe was rapturing in all possible ways,
When days were like nights and nights felt like days,
There was nothing left, so it seemed,
And suddenly life from its brink of extinction was redeemed,
By the memory of your kiss, by the memory of your smile,
And everything came alive, everything; even if it was just for a while,
Then my love Irma, the universe was recast in its original form,
My universe, our universe, where your essences arise to ease me like some magical balm,
So it began again, the romance that actually can never end,
Because even universe cannot destroy what a heart chooses to defend,
Now there is nothing except our love story,
Because the universe ended and then began with our love story,
And in this universe where everything exists just for you and me,
The universe can be, the world can be, as long as in your eyes my reflection I see,
Let the universe end, let the realms collapse, let all the stars turn dark,
I shall not regret it, as long as my heart bears your mark,
Of those feelings and emotions experienced together,
Where in the season of our lives, our love was the climate and it was the permanent weather!”
― They Loved in 2075!
It began when everything had ended,
When there was nothing left that could be defended,
The universe was rapturing in all possible ways,
When days were like nights and nights felt like days,
There was nothing left, so it seemed,
And suddenly life from its brink of extinction was redeemed,
By the memory of your kiss, by the memory of your smile,
And everything came alive, everything; even if it was just for a while,
Then my love Irma, the universe was recast in its original form,
My universe, our universe, where your essences arise to ease me like some magical balm,
So it began again, the romance that actually can never end,
Because even universe cannot destroy what a heart chooses to defend,
Now there is nothing except our love story,
Because the universe ended and then began with our love story,
And in this universe where everything exists just for you and me,
The universe can be, the world can be, as long as in your eyes my reflection I see,
Let the universe end, let the realms collapse, let all the stars turn dark,
I shall not regret it, as long as my heart bears your mark,
Of those feelings and emotions experienced together,
Where in the season of our lives, our love was the climate and it was the permanent weather!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Broken boat!
The small boat was anchored, where the lake ended,
It stood there over the water and nothing at all pretended,
The silently lapping water showed no hurry,
Just like the still boat that today had no reason to worry,
The boat, the water, everything appeared to be at ease,
They had no reason to rush, and nobody to please,
Just themselves and their anchored state,
That steadfastly cast them into this feeling of never being tired to wait,
Wait for the sunrise, wait for the moon rise, wait for the morning,
Wait for the boatman, wait for a new wave, wait for the birds to sing,
It seemed the boat and the lake could wait forever and for everything,
And just like the boat I too waited for someone, that feeling beautiful, that special something,
The lake spreads far and wide,
And the boat stands anchored between this divide,
To wait or to drift at the wind’s will,
The prospect is attractive but the boat has a promise to fulfill,
Towards the boatman, towards the anchor, towards the lake too,
And towards something or maybe someone, nobody knows who,
Maybe it is her secret affair,
With the shore, with the security it offers her,
While she is romancing the shore and it erotically kisses her hull,
And an onlooker like me feels she wants to break free from this life so dull,
But maybe she does not regard the weight of the anchor to be a boundation,
For it holds her close to the erotic shore and it's wet and muddy sensation,
As time passes by, the boat begins to rot,
The kiss of the shore that enticed her and felt so hot,
Was actually fooling her to feel what was not real,
By the time the boat realised the kiss of the shore was unreal,
The hull of the boat had perforated and crumbled,
And as it lay there in this state of uselessness and now humbled,
The shore no longer kissed it,
Because now a new boat stood anchored there, and the shore was erotically kissing it,
The boat has decomposed, and its wood drifts freely in the lake now,
And it wanders endlessly to seek that real feeling of love,
But in pieces, one here, one there, one somewhere unknown,
In pieces trying to find love that it never had actually felt or known,
So, whenever I see a broken piece of a boat,
I think of you my love, and then with these pieces I and my feelings float,
Where? Only every broken piece of the boat can tell,
But unlike the boat, I feel our love is real and it is for nobody except us to judge and tell!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The small boat was anchored, where the lake ended,
It stood there over the water and nothing at all pretended,
The silently lapping water showed no hurry,
Just like the still boat that today had no reason to worry,
The boat, the water, everything appeared to be at ease,
They had no reason to rush, and nobody to please,
Just themselves and their anchored state,
That steadfastly cast them into this feeling of never being tired to wait,
Wait for the sunrise, wait for the moon rise, wait for the morning,
Wait for the boatman, wait for a new wave, wait for the birds to sing,
It seemed the boat and the lake could wait forever and for everything,
And just like the boat I too waited for someone, that feeling beautiful, that special something,
The lake spreads far and wide,
And the boat stands anchored between this divide,
To wait or to drift at the wind’s will,
The prospect is attractive but the boat has a promise to fulfill,
Towards the boatman, towards the anchor, towards the lake too,
And towards something or maybe someone, nobody knows who,
Maybe it is her secret affair,
With the shore, with the security it offers her,
While she is romancing the shore and it erotically kisses her hull,
And an onlooker like me feels she wants to break free from this life so dull,
But maybe she does not regard the weight of the anchor to be a boundation,
For it holds her close to the erotic shore and it's wet and muddy sensation,
As time passes by, the boat begins to rot,
The kiss of the shore that enticed her and felt so hot,
Was actually fooling her to feel what was not real,
By the time the boat realised the kiss of the shore was unreal,
The hull of the boat had perforated and crumbled,
And as it lay there in this state of uselessness and now humbled,
The shore no longer kissed it,
Because now a new boat stood anchored there, and the shore was erotically kissing it,
The boat has decomposed, and its wood drifts freely in the lake now,
And it wanders endlessly to seek that real feeling of love,
But in pieces, one here, one there, one somewhere unknown,
In pieces trying to find love that it never had actually felt or known,
So, whenever I see a broken piece of a boat,
I think of you my love, and then with these pieces I and my feelings float,
Where? Only every broken piece of the boat can tell,
But unlike the boat, I feel our love is real and it is for nobody except us to judge and tell!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“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 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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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 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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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