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“I loved you little by little!
Little by little and bit by bit,
I came to love you under the skies star lit,
Far or near you always seemed within reach,
Where every moment exclusively of your beauty and your sweet memories did preach,
In moments new and old,
Your memories on the horizon of mind shone like the sky of gold,
Moments sad and pensive, all moments,
It was just your image that rose from time’s all monuments,
In summers warm and winters cold,
The only wish that persisted, was the wish to always behold and hold,
Just you, you in the brightness of the day and in the darkness of the night,
And feel your kisses like the kiss of love’s light,
In everything and in nothing too,
My wish Irma, has always been to find you, just you,
And the sky that spreads from north to south and east to west,
I have always focused my direction on you, because you are my mind’s and my heart’s only quest,
In those points where high is defined and deep is felt,
My feelings wish to either rise, or just sink, always and only with you to melt,
In the sky with the stars or the Sun,
I care for nothing, just you and me, and our feelings that shall unite us as one,
In my moments of belief and in my moments of hopelessness,
Come what may, my mind never quits thinking about our togetherness,
Maybe this is what love does to a human heart, I may not know,
Because my love Irma, my mind and heart is busy basking in your beautiful memories and your beauty’s endless glow,
So whether I am in Heaven or Hell,
I know I shall love you always, and so very well, that no one, not even you can fathom or tell!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Little by little and bit by bit,
I came to love you under the skies star lit,
Far or near you always seemed within reach,
Where every moment exclusively of your beauty and your sweet memories did preach,
In moments new and old,
Your memories on the horizon of mind shone like the sky of gold,
Moments sad and pensive, all moments,
It was just your image that rose from time’s all monuments,
In summers warm and winters cold,
The only wish that persisted, was the wish to always behold and hold,
Just you, you in the brightness of the day and in the darkness of the night,
And feel your kisses like the kiss of love’s light,
In everything and in nothing too,
My wish Irma, has always been to find you, just you,
And the sky that spreads from north to south and east to west,
I have always focused my direction on you, because you are my mind’s and my heart’s only quest,
In those points where high is defined and deep is felt,
My feelings wish to either rise, or just sink, always and only with you to melt,
In the sky with the stars or the Sun,
I care for nothing, just you and me, and our feelings that shall unite us as one,
In my moments of belief and in my moments of hopelessness,
Come what may, my mind never quits thinking about our togetherness,
Maybe this is what love does to a human heart, I may not know,
Because my love Irma, my mind and heart is busy basking in your beautiful memories and your beauty’s endless glow,
So whether I am in Heaven or Hell,
I know I shall love you always, and so very well, that no one, not even you can fathom or tell!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“When I am with you Irma
Life is an experience of learnings and undoings,
A ceaseless cluster of moments adored and detested,
But for lovers it is all about love and its choosings,
Where the heart investigates the feelings against which the mind protested,
A pursuit that never ends,
A cycle of feelings always in a state of motion,
For what the mind dislikes the love smitten heart often defends,
Only to prove that lovers have its own notion,
About life, about time, about reality and about dreams too,
They somehow can enslave time and bend the reality,
Whenever a lover says, “my darling I love you!�
At this moment of serenity, time gets installed in their lives as the patron deity,
And reality begins to please them in all possible ways,
As these lovers live in this self made reality,
They do not yearn for anything, not even new days,
Because when in love, life is like the Summer rose, a life of beauty and perfect austerity!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Life is an experience of learnings and undoings,
A ceaseless cluster of moments adored and detested,
But for lovers it is all about love and its choosings,
Where the heart investigates the feelings against which the mind protested,
A pursuit that never ends,
A cycle of feelings always in a state of motion,
For what the mind dislikes the love smitten heart often defends,
Only to prove that lovers have its own notion,
About life, about time, about reality and about dreams too,
They somehow can enslave time and bend the reality,
Whenever a lover says, “my darling I love you!�
At this moment of serenity, time gets installed in their lives as the patron deity,
And reality begins to please them in all possible ways,
As these lovers live in this self made reality,
They do not yearn for anything, not even new days,
Because when in love, life is like the Summer rose, a life of beauty and perfect austerity!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Equally as much!
In a far off place, a land distant but beautiful,
Where the night is dark though the Moon is bright and full,
There where they say is the place just right for you and me,
A place where just with you my love, I wish to be,
Under the Sun, under the Moon and under the Sky too,
Where everywhere is the splendour of you, just you,
When we get there, today, tomorrow or whenever,
Let us be there forever with the feelings of love that we shall forsake never,
I know this place exists somewhere,
But when I am with you Irma, it feels this place is everywhere,
In the streets, on the highways, in the markets, on the mountains and plains as well,
Almost like the echo of mountain side church bell,
So let me hold your hand Irma and be with you,
For I am nowhere when I am without you,
Then I shall not care about this fantasy place, whether it is far or near,
Because in your presence my love everything becomes very clear,
Like a dream that has been kissed by the reality,
And that is the wonder of love Irma, you are the dream and you are the reality,
So let me hold your hand once again and feel your touch,
And let me confess, “My love, I still love you equally as much!”
― They Loved in 2075!
In a far off place, a land distant but beautiful,
Where the night is dark though the Moon is bright and full,
There where they say is the place just right for you and me,
A place where just with you my love, I wish to be,
Under the Sun, under the Moon and under the Sky too,
Where everywhere is the splendour of you, just you,
When we get there, today, tomorrow or whenever,
Let us be there forever with the feelings of love that we shall forsake never,
I know this place exists somewhere,
But when I am with you Irma, it feels this place is everywhere,
In the streets, on the highways, in the markets, on the mountains and plains as well,
Almost like the echo of mountain side church bell,
So let me hold your hand Irma and be with you,
For I am nowhere when I am without you,
Then I shall not care about this fantasy place, whether it is far or near,
Because in your presence my love everything becomes very clear,
Like a dream that has been kissed by the reality,
And that is the wonder of love Irma, you are the dream and you are the reality,
So let me hold your hand once again and feel your touch,
And let me confess, “My love, I still love you equally as much!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Our love song!
In the silence of the night,
In the midst of the choir of my thoughts,
I have loved you with all my delight,
While bearing your essence in all my thoughts,
In the wanderings of my memories,
In the isolation of my existence,
I have only dreamt of you and never of Gods and fairies,
Because without you, for me this world shall have no existence,
In the stillness of my fixated mental outflows,
In my imaginings about you,
I have always thought about how our love flows,
While I am thinking of you, only of you,
In the stare of the long and never ending roads,
In my quest for the destiny,
I have never dealt with a feeling that your presence erodes,
From my eyes and from my final destiny,
In the kiss many years ago,
In the heart beats that we once felt together,
I have never let its freshness, its warmth to abandon me and go,
Because its memory makes me believe we shall someday be together,
But in the nights, when darkness lasts for long,
In the days when I hear the lovers song,
I miss you Irma, and I often think what did I do so wrong,
That I am denied to sing with you our own love song!”
― They Loved in 2075!
In the silence of the night,
In the midst of the choir of my thoughts,
I have loved you with all my delight,
While bearing your essence in all my thoughts,
In the wanderings of my memories,
In the isolation of my existence,
I have only dreamt of you and never of Gods and fairies,
Because without you, for me this world shall have no existence,
In the stillness of my fixated mental outflows,
In my imaginings about you,
I have always thought about how our love flows,
While I am thinking of you, only of you,
In the stare of the long and never ending roads,
In my quest for the destiny,
I have never dealt with a feeling that your presence erodes,
From my eyes and from my final destiny,
In the kiss many years ago,
In the heart beats that we once felt together,
I have never let its freshness, its warmth to abandon me and go,
Because its memory makes me believe we shall someday be together,
But in the nights, when darkness lasts for long,
In the days when I hear the lovers song,
I miss you Irma, and I often think what did I do so wrong,
That I am denied to sing with you our own love song!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Never forgotten
Never forgotten, not even for a while,
That laughter, that holding hands and that sudden smile,
Out to face the reality of a Sunny day,
With you it just seemed a lovely and a beautiful day,
As the day advanced and we walked unto a far away land,
Away from the town, away from every occupying bustle, feeling the touch of your hand,
I looked at you and then at our shadows,
Frolicking and walking past the happy meadows,
Then at the top of a hill as we rested,
I realised with you life’s every moment is so well spent and nothing is wasted,
As we watched the Sun set behind those ebbing and rising sequences of peaks,
We stood silent as we heard the voice of our hearts and we understood how love speaks,
Just like the Sun, silently perishing behind those mountains and hills,
It was then I realised Irma that your presence like this Sun, my landscape of life fills,
With brightness, with joys, with your beautiful memories,
Today, I remember the last kiss and I tell my still beating heart our love stories,
You holding my hand, the sky, the mountains, the hills and the Sun,
I still go the top of the hill, the sun still sets, the meadows look the same, but beside me there is no hand to hold. None,
And the horizon turns blood red seeing me there thinking of you,
Your hand, your smile, your kiss, everything else and you,
Then when the horizon turns dark and night falls,
I get up, take a long look at the once red sky and I ignore my heart’s calls,
I walk away, back to the town, to the bustle, to the place that was familiar but now appears unknown,
And I wait for the night to pass, so that I return again to the hill, to the meadow, to the setting sun, and once again feel the sensation of the only place that seems known,
To the old echoes of our heart beats, to the hand, to the surroundings, to everything,
It is this feeling of love, your memories, that for now is my world, my everything,
And whenever I am here Irma I feel certain you shall hold my hand someday,
And I hope the Sun, the mountains, the hills and the meadows last till that day!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Never forgotten, not even for a while,
That laughter, that holding hands and that sudden smile,
Out to face the reality of a Sunny day,
With you it just seemed a lovely and a beautiful day,
As the day advanced and we walked unto a far away land,
Away from the town, away from every occupying bustle, feeling the touch of your hand,
I looked at you and then at our shadows,
Frolicking and walking past the happy meadows,
Then at the top of a hill as we rested,
I realised with you life’s every moment is so well spent and nothing is wasted,
As we watched the Sun set behind those ebbing and rising sequences of peaks,
We stood silent as we heard the voice of our hearts and we understood how love speaks,
Just like the Sun, silently perishing behind those mountains and hills,
It was then I realised Irma that your presence like this Sun, my landscape of life fills,
With brightness, with joys, with your beautiful memories,
Today, I remember the last kiss and I tell my still beating heart our love stories,
You holding my hand, the sky, the mountains, the hills and the Sun,
I still go the top of the hill, the sun still sets, the meadows look the same, but beside me there is no hand to hold. None,
And the horizon turns blood red seeing me there thinking of you,
Your hand, your smile, your kiss, everything else and you,
Then when the horizon turns dark and night falls,
I get up, take a long look at the once red sky and I ignore my heart’s calls,
I walk away, back to the town, to the bustle, to the place that was familiar but now appears unknown,
And I wait for the night to pass, so that I return again to the hill, to the meadow, to the setting sun, and once again feel the sensation of the only place that seems known,
To the old echoes of our heart beats, to the hand, to the surroundings, to everything,
It is this feeling of love, your memories, that for now is my world, my everything,
And whenever I am here Irma I feel certain you shall hold my hand someday,
And I hope the Sun, the mountains, the hills and the meadows last till that day!”
― 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!
“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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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!”
― 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 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!”
― 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 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!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Let us
Let us fall in love and be romantics once again,
Let us kiss our desires again and again,
Let me pursue my feelings in your beautiful eyes,
Let us dive into them and feel the love that lies beyond these eyes,
Let us wear our emotions all over us,
To feel the kiss of love all over us,
Let us become the daylight and spread everywhere,
Or maybe in that secret somewhere where your beauty is everywhere,
Let me love you now and love you forever,
And let your heart confess it has felt the kiss of the true lover,
My darling Irma, let our love be the only event in our lives,
And let us only grow being a part of our beautiful love lives,
Let you be the summer day that never ends,
And let all my beginnings in your beautiful eyes find their ends,
Let me belong to you just like the Moon belongs to the sky,
Let us create a world where there is only your and my love’s sky,
Let your feelings like the scent of the rose sink into my senses,
And then let us love each other with all our senses,
Let us reside in some quiet corner together,
Where there is only one sound, that of our two hearts beating together,
Let us travel together from our today into our every tomorrow,
And carry our love into every moment that represents every tomorrow,
Let us walk through the corridors of time,
And leave the essence of our love as our signature in every moment of time,
Then let me hold your hand and travel somewhere,
Because now with our love’s essence residing in time, you shall be everywhere, even in places called somewhere,
Let me say it again and again, that my heart beats for you,
And then let every moment of time echo with these words, “my darling Irma I love you!�
Let the drops of dew reflect your grace,
And then let every flower bear the beauty of just one beautiful face, and your grace,
Let the moments of time rain over you and me,
And then let me find you everywhere within me,
Finally let the night conceal us in its dark and mystical shades,
And let us transform into love’s most beautiful cascades, only bearing your and my shades,
Then let the river of love flow into the valley of promises,
And let me find you in beautiful roses and let us now fulfill our promises!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Let us fall in love and be romantics once again,
Let us kiss our desires again and again,
Let me pursue my feelings in your beautiful eyes,
Let us dive into them and feel the love that lies beyond these eyes,
Let us wear our emotions all over us,
To feel the kiss of love all over us,
Let us become the daylight and spread everywhere,
Or maybe in that secret somewhere where your beauty is everywhere,
Let me love you now and love you forever,
And let your heart confess it has felt the kiss of the true lover,
My darling Irma, let our love be the only event in our lives,
And let us only grow being a part of our beautiful love lives,
Let you be the summer day that never ends,
And let all my beginnings in your beautiful eyes find their ends,
Let me belong to you just like the Moon belongs to the sky,
Let us create a world where there is only your and my love’s sky,
Let your feelings like the scent of the rose sink into my senses,
And then let us love each other with all our senses,
Let us reside in some quiet corner together,
Where there is only one sound, that of our two hearts beating together,
Let us travel together from our today into our every tomorrow,
And carry our love into every moment that represents every tomorrow,
Let us walk through the corridors of time,
And leave the essence of our love as our signature in every moment of time,
Then let me hold your hand and travel somewhere,
Because now with our love’s essence residing in time, you shall be everywhere, even in places called somewhere,
Let me say it again and again, that my heart beats for you,
And then let every moment of time echo with these words, “my darling Irma I love you!�
Let the drops of dew reflect your grace,
And then let every flower bear the beauty of just one beautiful face, and your grace,
Let the moments of time rain over you and me,
And then let me find you everywhere within me,
Finally let the night conceal us in its dark and mystical shades,
And let us transform into love’s most beautiful cascades, only bearing your and my shades,
Then let the river of love flow into the valley of promises,
And let me find you in beautiful roses and let us now fulfill our promises!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Only with you!
Every moment spent with you appears fulfilling,
Then who cares whether it is shorter or longer,
For a feeling that is loving, although always evolving,
Sometimes makes me wish I could love you a little longer,
Every dream dreamt about you is beautiful,
Then who cares whether there is someone or something else in that dream,
Because with you life seems lovely and eventful,
And sometimes makes me wish if it were you in reality and not just a dream,
Every movement of yours appears to only invite me,
To feel the embrace of love and emotions deep,
Because with you my mind wishes to be,
And then as my head rests in your lap it wants to enter into a sleep that is long and deep,
Your every smile disarms me and makes me love you more,
To be your admirer who only seeks you,
Because with you I feel the rush of feelings never felt before,
And how I love to feel this rush again and again, but only with you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Every moment spent with you appears fulfilling,
Then who cares whether it is shorter or longer,
For a feeling that is loving, although always evolving,
Sometimes makes me wish I could love you a little longer,
Every dream dreamt about you is beautiful,
Then who cares whether there is someone or something else in that dream,
Because with you life seems lovely and eventful,
And sometimes makes me wish if it were you in reality and not just a dream,
Every movement of yours appears to only invite me,
To feel the embrace of love and emotions deep,
Because with you my mind wishes to be,
And then as my head rests in your lap it wants to enter into a sleep that is long and deep,
Your every smile disarms me and makes me love you more,
To be your admirer who only seeks you,
Because with you I feel the rush of feelings never felt before,
And how I love to feel this rush again and again, but only with you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“When I saw her!
It was mid day, it was a sunny noon,
When she passed through,
I felt the shimmer of the moon,
And for a moment I believed everything about her was true,
Her eyes that radiated with the charm of the day,
Her wavy arms that moved like the waves of calm and graceful sea,
Her beautiful face that you would notice anyway,
And when she passed by, you hoped this is what you would always and forever see,
Her every step that led her somewhere,
Made you forget your errands and just be with her,
Wherever she went, just anywhere,
And you imagined a life with her, only with her,
And when she spoke to someone else,
You cursed the skies for this prejudice,
For in that moment you wanted to be this someone, and not anyone else,
And you wanted to rewrite the fate’s treatise,
So that whenever she talked, she only talked to you,
Whenever she passed by someone in the street,
She always passed staring at you,
And wherever she went, it was just you she intended to meet,
But right now, she just passed by and I saw her walk away,
Until she had reached far, and become a distant star,
And now I only keep gazing at the sky every night and day,
And I deal with the never ending inner war,
Where she still peeps through all my memories,
Where she still makes me believe what I saw was true,
And I feel like these helpless daisies,
Who can do nothing, but just wait for the winter to pass and hope the sky will once again turn blue,
So I am a flower that is rooted in its place and its faith,
And I only grow in the field of her beauty,
That is what my heart feels and that is what my mind always sayeth,
For sometimes to love and to believe is the noblest duty!
And I love her still although she is a star so distant,
Rescued by my memories that form the only bridge,
Between what I felt then , what I so long to feel now, ah it is a feeling so eminent,
But I have to live with the star and its distance and volunteer myself for this daily emotional sacrilege!
But then, living loving someone is a beautiful feeling,
Maybe that is why daisies bloom every year,
To witness the kiss of the summer, that magical thing,
And for its sake bearing the pain of winter, seems nothing, every year, and every next year!”
― They Loved in 2075!
It was mid day, it was a sunny noon,
When she passed through,
I felt the shimmer of the moon,
And for a moment I believed everything about her was true,
Her eyes that radiated with the charm of the day,
Her wavy arms that moved like the waves of calm and graceful sea,
Her beautiful face that you would notice anyway,
And when she passed by, you hoped this is what you would always and forever see,
Her every step that led her somewhere,
Made you forget your errands and just be with her,
Wherever she went, just anywhere,
And you imagined a life with her, only with her,
And when she spoke to someone else,
You cursed the skies for this prejudice,
For in that moment you wanted to be this someone, and not anyone else,
And you wanted to rewrite the fate’s treatise,
So that whenever she talked, she only talked to you,
Whenever she passed by someone in the street,
She always passed staring at you,
And wherever she went, it was just you she intended to meet,
But right now, she just passed by and I saw her walk away,
Until she had reached far, and become a distant star,
And now I only keep gazing at the sky every night and day,
And I deal with the never ending inner war,
Where she still peeps through all my memories,
Where she still makes me believe what I saw was true,
And I feel like these helpless daisies,
Who can do nothing, but just wait for the winter to pass and hope the sky will once again turn blue,
So I am a flower that is rooted in its place and its faith,
And I only grow in the field of her beauty,
That is what my heart feels and that is what my mind always sayeth,
For sometimes to love and to believe is the noblest duty!
And I love her still although she is a star so distant,
Rescued by my memories that form the only bridge,
Between what I felt then , what I so long to feel now, ah it is a feeling so eminent,
But I have to live with the star and its distance and volunteer myself for this daily emotional sacrilege!
But then, living loving someone is a beautiful feeling,
Maybe that is why daisies bloom every year,
To witness the kiss of the summer, that magical thing,
And for its sake bearing the pain of winter, seems nothing, every year, and every next year!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“When I saw her!
It was mid day, it was a sunny noon,
When she passed through,
I felt the shimmer of the moon,
And for a moment I believed everything about her was true,
Her eyes that radiated with the charm of the day,
Her wavy arms that moved like the waves of calm and graceful sea,
Her beautiful face that you would notice anyway,
And when she passed by, you hoped this is what you would always and forever see,
Her every step that led her somewhere,
Made you forget your errands, because you only wished to be with her,
Wherever she went, just anywhere,
And you imagined a life with her, only with her,
And when she spoke to someone else,
You cursed the skies for this prejudice,
For in that moment you wanted to be this someone, and not anyone else,
And you wanted to rewrite the fate’s treatise,
So that whenever she talked, she only talked to you,
Whenever she passed by someone in the street,
She first ogled at you,
And felt the desire that you were the only one she wished to meet,
But right now, she just passed by and I saw her walk away,
Until she had reached far, and become a distant star,
And now I only keep gazing at the sky every night and day,
And I deal with the never ending inner war,
Where she still peeps through all my memories,
Where she still makes me believe what I saw, and felt in that moment was true,
And it makes me feel like these helpless daisies,
Who can do nothing, but just wait for the winter to pass and hope the sky will once again turn blue,
So I am a flower that is rooted in its place and its faith,
And I only grow in the field of her beauty,
That is what my heart feels and that is what my mind always sayeth,
For sometimes to love and to believe is the noblest duty!
And I love her still although she is a star so distant,
Rescued by my memories that form the only bridge,
Between what I felt then, what I so long to feel now, ah it is a feeling so eminent,
But I have to live with the star and its distance and volunteer myself for this daily emotional sacrilege!
But then, living loving someone is a beautiful feeling,
Maybe that is why daisies bloom every year,
To witness the kiss of the summer, that magical thing,
And for its sake bearing the pain of winter, seems nothing, every year, and every next year!”
― They Loved in 2075!
It was mid day, it was a sunny noon,
When she passed through,
I felt the shimmer of the moon,
And for a moment I believed everything about her was true,
Her eyes that radiated with the charm of the day,
Her wavy arms that moved like the waves of calm and graceful sea,
Her beautiful face that you would notice anyway,
And when she passed by, you hoped this is what you would always and forever see,
Her every step that led her somewhere,
Made you forget your errands, because you only wished to be with her,
Wherever she went, just anywhere,
And you imagined a life with her, only with her,
And when she spoke to someone else,
You cursed the skies for this prejudice,
For in that moment you wanted to be this someone, and not anyone else,
And you wanted to rewrite the fate’s treatise,
So that whenever she talked, she only talked to you,
Whenever she passed by someone in the street,
She first ogled at you,
And felt the desire that you were the only one she wished to meet,
But right now, she just passed by and I saw her walk away,
Until she had reached far, and become a distant star,
And now I only keep gazing at the sky every night and day,
And I deal with the never ending inner war,
Where she still peeps through all my memories,
Where she still makes me believe what I saw, and felt in that moment was true,
And it makes me feel like these helpless daisies,
Who can do nothing, but just wait for the winter to pass and hope the sky will once again turn blue,
So I am a flower that is rooted in its place and its faith,
And I only grow in the field of her beauty,
That is what my heart feels and that is what my mind always sayeth,
For sometimes to love and to believe is the noblest duty!
And I love her still although she is a star so distant,
Rescued by my memories that form the only bridge,
Between what I felt then, what I so long to feel now, ah it is a feeling so eminent,
But I have to live with the star and its distance and volunteer myself for this daily emotional sacrilege!
But then, living loving someone is a beautiful feeling,
Maybe that is why daisies bloom every year,
To witness the kiss of the summer, that magical thing,
And for its sake bearing the pain of winter, seems nothing, every year, and every next year!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“She and the star
The feeling was fair,
It felt like a perfect pair,
There appeared to be no room for any despair,
As my imagination got caught in her beautiful eyes and her locks of hair,
Well, the sun had finally risen,
My heart too had eventually chosen,
Her, and her beautiful eyes where I wished to awaken,
Every morning and every day, because in them I did not feel forsaken,
So I waited at the crossing of life where I had met her sometime ago,
Where I just felt an existence without an ego,
Yes, it was many years and many months ago,
I am there at the same crossing now, wondering where to go,
For it is uncertain which way she took,
Whether she went towards the mountain tall or there where flows the brook,
Or there, where the summer breezer a few leaves had tenderly shook,
Or maybe there, from where she had left while offering me that strange parting look,
But then I realise few things shine like stars,
For those who believe in love without bars,
And those who deal with emotional battles and feeling induced wars,
To realise that in order to shine one must burn, and that is the fate of all stars,
So I seek her in the sky instead, assuming she is the star I can see,
From anywhere, from everywhere, or wherever I might be,
And this has made me fall in love with the night, where it creates a world just for me,
The starry world, where finally, in the stars those eyes and that smile I can see,
And during the day I lie asleep because the sky means nothing,
It just has the burning sun, the bright light and perhaps everything,
But it is not the sky, that shines with that fairest thing,
Those beautiful eyes, that subtle smile, and her shimmer that is so charming,
And here I am witnessing another night,
Looking at the star that is in the sight,
Seeking from it a pseudo delight,
Because what burns may not always create the beauty’s eternal light,
But that is not the star’s fault nor the skies folly,
For the munificent star burns for me willingly,
So that I think of her lovingly,
And that I accept silently, that my heart too loved what I loved with my mind finally!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The feeling was fair,
It felt like a perfect pair,
There appeared to be no room for any despair,
As my imagination got caught in her beautiful eyes and her locks of hair,
Well, the sun had finally risen,
My heart too had eventually chosen,
Her, and her beautiful eyes where I wished to awaken,
Every morning and every day, because in them I did not feel forsaken,
So I waited at the crossing of life where I had met her sometime ago,
Where I just felt an existence without an ego,
Yes, it was many years and many months ago,
I am there at the same crossing now, wondering where to go,
For it is uncertain which way she took,
Whether she went towards the mountain tall or there where flows the brook,
Or there, where the summer breezer a few leaves had tenderly shook,
Or maybe there, from where she had left while offering me that strange parting look,
But then I realise few things shine like stars,
For those who believe in love without bars,
And those who deal with emotional battles and feeling induced wars,
To realise that in order to shine one must burn, and that is the fate of all stars,
So I seek her in the sky instead, assuming she is the star I can see,
From anywhere, from everywhere, or wherever I might be,
And this has made me fall in love with the night, where it creates a world just for me,
The starry world, where finally, in the stars those eyes and that smile I can see,
And during the day I lie asleep because the sky means nothing,
It just has the burning sun, the bright light and perhaps everything,
But it is not the sky, that shines with that fairest thing,
Those beautiful eyes, that subtle smile, and her shimmer that is so charming,
And here I am witnessing another night,
Looking at the star that is in the sight,
Seeking from it a pseudo delight,
Because what burns may not always create the beauty’s eternal light,
But that is not the star’s fault nor the skies folly,
For the munificent star burns for me willingly,
So that I think of her lovingly,
And that I accept silently, that my heart too loved what I loved with my mind finally!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“She and the star
The feeling was fair,
It felt like a perfect pair,
There appeared to be no room for any despair,
As my imagination got caught in her beautiful eyes and her long hair,
Well, the sun had finally risen,
My heart too had eventually chosen,
Her, and her beautiful eyes where I wished to awaken,
Every morning and every day, because in them I did not feel forsaken,
So I waited at the crossing of life where I had met her sometime ago,
Where I just felt an existence without an ego,
Yes, it was many years and many months ago,
I am there at the same crossing now, wondering where to go,
For it is uncertain which way she took,
Whether she went towards the mountain tall or there where flows the brook,
Or there, where the summer breeze, a few leaves had tenderly shook,
Or maybe there, from where she had left while offering me that strange parting look,
But then it is true too, few things shine like stars,
For those who believe in love without bars,
And those who deal with emotional battles and feeling induced wars,
Realise that in order to shine one must burn, and that is the fate of all stars,
So I seek her in the sky instead, assuming she is the star I can see,
From anywhere, from everywhere, or wherever I might be,
And this has made me fall in love with the night, where it creates a world just for me,
The starry world, where finally, in the stars those eyes and that smile, I can see,
And during the day I lie asleep because the sky means nothing,
It just has the burning sun, the bright light and perhaps everything,
But it is not the sky that shines with that fairest thing,
Those beautiful eyes, that subtle smile, and her shimmer that is so charming,
And here I am witnessing another night,
Looking at the star that is in the sight,
Seeking from it a pseudo delight,
Because what burns may not always create the beauty’s eternal light,
But that is not the star’s fault nor the skies folly,
For the munificent star burns for me willingly,
So that I think of her lovingly,
And that I accept silently, that my heart too loved what I loved with my mind finally!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The feeling was fair,
It felt like a perfect pair,
There appeared to be no room for any despair,
As my imagination got caught in her beautiful eyes and her long hair,
Well, the sun had finally risen,
My heart too had eventually chosen,
Her, and her beautiful eyes where I wished to awaken,
Every morning and every day, because in them I did not feel forsaken,
So I waited at the crossing of life where I had met her sometime ago,
Where I just felt an existence without an ego,
Yes, it was many years and many months ago,
I am there at the same crossing now, wondering where to go,
For it is uncertain which way she took,
Whether she went towards the mountain tall or there where flows the brook,
Or there, where the summer breeze, a few leaves had tenderly shook,
Or maybe there, from where she had left while offering me that strange parting look,
But then it is true too, few things shine like stars,
For those who believe in love without bars,
And those who deal with emotional battles and feeling induced wars,
Realise that in order to shine one must burn, and that is the fate of all stars,
So I seek her in the sky instead, assuming she is the star I can see,
From anywhere, from everywhere, or wherever I might be,
And this has made me fall in love with the night, where it creates a world just for me,
The starry world, where finally, in the stars those eyes and that smile, I can see,
And during the day I lie asleep because the sky means nothing,
It just has the burning sun, the bright light and perhaps everything,
But it is not the sky that shines with that fairest thing,
Those beautiful eyes, that subtle smile, and her shimmer that is so charming,
And here I am witnessing another night,
Looking at the star that is in the sight,
Seeking from it a pseudo delight,
Because what burns may not always create the beauty’s eternal light,
But that is not the star’s fault nor the skies folly,
For the munificent star burns for me willingly,
So that I think of her lovingly,
And that I accept silently, that my heart too loved what I loved with my mind finally!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“She
I had always seen her with him, everywhere she went she went with him,
And today she walked the streets alone, and so lonely without him,
She did not smile any longer without him,
Because she felt disturbed by smiles without him,
She often admired the starry night with him,
But now the sky, more than the dying stars, missed her, because she was lost somewhere in the act of missing him,
She did not want to try living without him,
Because when she was tired of trying she had finally tried and loved him,
She longer waited for the summer as she used to with him,
Because when she had got bored of summer and it's everything, she had loved him,
She felt the summer rose was dull without him,
Because it felt fresh and brilliant, when to the rose he compared her, and she always kissed him,
She did not want to kiss the rose without him,
Because the rose, the summer, reminded her of him,
She did not feel anything without him,
Because her feelings failed to produce sensations without him,
She was alive but she was still searching a part of her own self that died in him,
And she feels it is a curse to live without him,
She no longer sings songs that she used to sing with him,
Because her heart no more creates musical beats that it created when she was with him,
She still seeks him, nothing else, just him, everywhere she is, she seeks him,
Because to her there appears to be nothing left to seek without him,
Birds often sing at her window but in them too she seeks him,
And the poor birds who always seek her in her eyes, fly away in sadness, because in her eyes, they only see him, just him,
She does not look at the sky anymore, because there too she wishes to see him,
And the sky always reminds her of him, and the moments spent with him,
He has died a long time ago, but she is still with him, still believing she was born for him,
So she is living, hoping that someday death will disown him,
She is hoping, but not the way she used to hope when she was with him,
Because now she only hopes about one thing, because all her desires and wishes begin and end with him,
She is there waiting in her chair, looking out of the window waiting for him,
Begging time to lead her to him,
But the time does not wish to reveal him,
For if it does, heavens shall miss him,
And in this strife between the heaven who wants to keep him and her heart that wants to reclaim him,
Time is the only force that can interfere and the only virtue that for her can recreate him,
Tonight when the moon rose in the sky, the stars shone too, she looked at the sky and thought of him,
Time watched her from its kingdom called everywhere, and from the heavens it finally stole him,
Now they live for each other, and she lives with him,
Because finally heaven too believed it is better they be together, because she indeed was born for him,
Moreover, time had started procrastinating the affairs of the universe that can neither stop for her nor for him,
So they let her have him because immortality felt better, only when she thought of him and when she was with him!”
― They Loved in 2075!
I had always seen her with him, everywhere she went she went with him,
And today she walked the streets alone, and so lonely without him,
She did not smile any longer without him,
Because she felt disturbed by smiles without him,
She often admired the starry night with him,
But now the sky, more than the dying stars, missed her, because she was lost somewhere in the act of missing him,
She did not want to try living without him,
Because when she was tired of trying she had finally tried and loved him,
She longer waited for the summer as she used to with him,
Because when she had got bored of summer and it's everything, she had loved him,
She felt the summer rose was dull without him,
Because it felt fresh and brilliant, when to the rose he compared her, and she always kissed him,
She did not want to kiss the rose without him,
Because the rose, the summer, reminded her of him,
She did not feel anything without him,
Because her feelings failed to produce sensations without him,
She was alive but she was still searching a part of her own self that died in him,
And she feels it is a curse to live without him,
She no longer sings songs that she used to sing with him,
Because her heart no more creates musical beats that it created when she was with him,
She still seeks him, nothing else, just him, everywhere she is, she seeks him,
Because to her there appears to be nothing left to seek without him,
Birds often sing at her window but in them too she seeks him,
And the poor birds who always seek her in her eyes, fly away in sadness, because in her eyes, they only see him, just him,
She does not look at the sky anymore, because there too she wishes to see him,
And the sky always reminds her of him, and the moments spent with him,
He has died a long time ago, but she is still with him, still believing she was born for him,
So she is living, hoping that someday death will disown him,
She is hoping, but not the way she used to hope when she was with him,
Because now she only hopes about one thing, because all her desires and wishes begin and end with him,
She is there waiting in her chair, looking out of the window waiting for him,
Begging time to lead her to him,
But the time does not wish to reveal him,
For if it does, heavens shall miss him,
And in this strife between the heaven who wants to keep him and her heart that wants to reclaim him,
Time is the only force that can interfere and the only virtue that for her can recreate him,
Tonight when the moon rose in the sky, the stars shone too, she looked at the sky and thought of him,
Time watched her from its kingdom called everywhere, and from the heavens it finally stole him,
Now they live for each other, and she lives with him,
Because finally heaven too believed it is better they be together, because she indeed was born for him,
Moreover, time had started procrastinating the affairs of the universe that can neither stop for her nor for him,
So they let her have him because immortality felt better, only when she thought of him and when she was with him!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“She
I had always seen her with him, everywhere she went she went with him,
And today she walked the streets alone, and appeared so lonely without him,
She did not wish to smile without him,
Because she felt disturbed by smiles without him,
She often admired the starry nights with him,
But now the sky, more than the dying stars, missed her, because she was lost somewhere in the act of missing him,
She did not want to try living without him,
Because when she was tired of trying she had finally tried, and loved him,
She no longer waited for the summer as she used to when she was with him,
Because when she had got bored of summer and it's every beautiful thing, she had loved him,
She felt the summer rose was dull without him,
Because it felt fresh and brilliant when he compared her to the rose, and she always kissed him,
She did not want to kiss the rose without him,
Because the rose and the summer, reminded her of him,
She did not feel anything without him,
Because her feelings failed to produce sensations without him,
She was alive, but she was still searching a part of her own self that died in him,
And now she feels it is a curse to live without him,
She no longer sings songs that she used to sing with him,
Because her heart no more creates musical beats that it created when she was with him,
She still seeks him, nothing else, just him, wherever she might be, she seeks him,
Because to her there appears to be nothing left to seek without him,
Birds often sing at her window, but in them too she seeks him,
And the poor birds who always seek her in her eyes, fly away in sadness, because in her eyes, they only see him, just him,
She does not look at the sky anymore, because there too she wishes to see him,
And the sky always reminds her of him, and the moments spent with him,
He has died a long time ago, but she is still with him, still believing she was born for him,
So she is living, hoping that someday death will disown him,
She is hoping, but not the way she used to hope when she was with him,
Because now she only hopes about one thing, because all her desires and wishes begin and end with him,
She is there waiting in her chair, looking out of the window and waiting for him,
Begging time to lead her to him,
But the time does not wish to reveal him,
For if it does, heaven shall miss him,
And in this strife between the heaven that wants to keep him, and her heart that wants to reclaim him,
Time is the only force that can interfere, and grant her the wish of being with him,
Tonight when the moon rose in the sky, the stars shone too, she looked at the sky and thought of him,
Time watched her from its kingdom called everywhere, and from the heaven it finally stole him,
Now they live for each other, and she lives with him,
Because finally heaven too believed it is better they be together, because she indeed was born for him,
Moreover, time had started procrastinating the affairs of the universe that can neither stop for her nor for him,
So the heaven let her have him, because immortality felt better, only when she thought of him and when she was with him!”
― They Loved in 2075!
I had always seen her with him, everywhere she went she went with him,
And today she walked the streets alone, and appeared so lonely without him,
She did not wish to smile without him,
Because she felt disturbed by smiles without him,
She often admired the starry nights with him,
But now the sky, more than the dying stars, missed her, because she was lost somewhere in the act of missing him,
She did not want to try living without him,
Because when she was tired of trying she had finally tried, and loved him,
She no longer waited for the summer as she used to when she was with him,
Because when she had got bored of summer and it's every beautiful thing, she had loved him,
She felt the summer rose was dull without him,
Because it felt fresh and brilliant when he compared her to the rose, and she always kissed him,
She did not want to kiss the rose without him,
Because the rose and the summer, reminded her of him,
She did not feel anything without him,
Because her feelings failed to produce sensations without him,
She was alive, but she was still searching a part of her own self that died in him,
And now she feels it is a curse to live without him,
She no longer sings songs that she used to sing with him,
Because her heart no more creates musical beats that it created when she was with him,
She still seeks him, nothing else, just him, wherever she might be, she seeks him,
Because to her there appears to be nothing left to seek without him,
Birds often sing at her window, but in them too she seeks him,
And the poor birds who always seek her in her eyes, fly away in sadness, because in her eyes, they only see him, just him,
She does not look at the sky anymore, because there too she wishes to see him,
And the sky always reminds her of him, and the moments spent with him,
He has died a long time ago, but she is still with him, still believing she was born for him,
So she is living, hoping that someday death will disown him,
She is hoping, but not the way she used to hope when she was with him,
Because now she only hopes about one thing, because all her desires and wishes begin and end with him,
She is there waiting in her chair, looking out of the window and waiting for him,
Begging time to lead her to him,
But the time does not wish to reveal him,
For if it does, heaven shall miss him,
And in this strife between the heaven that wants to keep him, and her heart that wants to reclaim him,
Time is the only force that can interfere, and grant her the wish of being with him,
Tonight when the moon rose in the sky, the stars shone too, she looked at the sky and thought of him,
Time watched her from its kingdom called everywhere, and from the heaven it finally stole him,
Now they live for each other, and she lives with him,
Because finally heaven too believed it is better they be together, because she indeed was born for him,
Moreover, time had started procrastinating the affairs of the universe that can neither stop for her nor for him,
So the heaven let her have him, because immortality felt better, only when she thought of him and when she was with him!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Her face and the garden
Her face is like a summer garden,
By divine beauty tended and by grace never forsaken,
There bloom roses many, and lilies too,
And I keep looking at it, for in spell bound state what else can I do,
Yesterday she was a garden of roses,
Last year she was the entire spring, where once in bloom, the beauty’s flower never closes,
This year she has transformed into a garden blooming with new flowers,
Daisies, daffodils, and sunflowers standing like beauty’s radiant towers,
Rendered more radiant in the never ending splendour of her eyes,
And the garden of beautiful roses growing all over her, even time defies,
While I watch the garden of beauty grow over her face,
My heart beats assume a new and lovely pace,
That draw my mind into this world of endless beauty,
And I know not whether it obeys my heart’s yearnings or it too has grown fond of her pure serenity,
The summer has found a permanent residence in her face, infact within her,
Because I still see the roses blooming over her face although it is late November,
And when sometimes she brushes her hair with her fingers,
The roses peek from her face to feel her finger tips and their magical wonders,
And when she rests her eyelids upon her eyes,
The pollen dust of million flowers, upon her waiting eyelashes, a perfect sheen applies,
That neither sparkles nor glows,
But in the garden of her face it simply in its splendour grows,
And when the winter sun gets tired and retires finally,
The lilies apply the mask of radiance on her tenderly,
While the violets and narcissus seep deep into her brow,
And what a wonder she is to look at now,
A beauty with no end, where waves of summer flow interminably,
As she rests her head on the pillow and closes her eyes slowly,
The morning glory turns into the night glory,
And then begins our own love story,
Where the lovely and winding creepers grow all over us, over her and over me too,
Finally the garden of beauty grows all over us, and now it shall be so, no matter what you do,
I in the garden of her beauty where flowers bloom everywhere,
And then my heart confesses, “Irma, let us hide in this garden somewhere,
To be never found by time, and never felt by any season,
Because finally we have found love in each other that defies every reason,�
And this is how it has been for many years now,
I and my every feeling of love sinking deep into her beauty’s eternal brow!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Her face is like a summer garden,
By divine beauty tended and by grace never forsaken,
There bloom roses many, and lilies too,
And I keep looking at it, for in spell bound state what else can I do,
Yesterday she was a garden of roses,
Last year she was the entire spring, where once in bloom, the beauty’s flower never closes,
This year she has transformed into a garden blooming with new flowers,
Daisies, daffodils, and sunflowers standing like beauty’s radiant towers,
Rendered more radiant in the never ending splendour of her eyes,
And the garden of beautiful roses growing all over her, even time defies,
While I watch the garden of beauty grow over her face,
My heart beats assume a new and lovely pace,
That draw my mind into this world of endless beauty,
And I know not whether it obeys my heart’s yearnings or it too has grown fond of her pure serenity,
The summer has found a permanent residence in her face, infact within her,
Because I still see the roses blooming over her face although it is late November,
And when sometimes she brushes her hair with her fingers,
The roses peek from her face to feel her finger tips and their magical wonders,
And when she rests her eyelids upon her eyes,
The pollen dust of million flowers, upon her waiting eyelashes, a perfect sheen applies,
That neither sparkles nor glows,
But in the garden of her face it simply in its splendour grows,
And when the winter sun gets tired and retires finally,
The lilies apply the mask of radiance on her tenderly,
While the violets and narcissus seep deep into her brow,
And what a wonder she is to look at now,
A beauty with no end, where waves of summer flow interminably,
As she rests her head on the pillow and closes her eyes slowly,
The morning glory turns into the night glory,
And then begins our own love story,
Where the lovely and winding creepers grow all over us, over her and over me too,
Finally the garden of beauty grows all over us, and now it shall be so, no matter what you do,
I in the garden of her beauty where flowers bloom everywhere,
And then my heart confesses, “Irma, let us hide in this garden somewhere,
To be never found by time, and never felt by any season,
Because finally we have found love in each other that defies every reason,�
And this is how it has been for many years now,
I and my every feeling of love sinking deep into her beauty’s eternal brow!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Her
Her thoughts fall like rain drops from somewhere above,
And they remind me of her and our moments of love,
Her memories rain as kisses covering my every thought,
And they remind me of the battles of love by us together fought,
Her smiles spread like the sunshine that lights up everything,
And among this array of things, my heart too is one thing,
Her eyes steal every view floating in my vision,
And it feels like the most welcome treason,
Her voice sounds like a conversation between the rose and a butterfly,
And I wish she were a butterfly and this rose were I,
Her presence feels like the most beautiful wonder of reality,
And when I look at her, she appears to be bathed in superlative sublimity,
Her tenderly moving lips remind me of Eden,
And I wonder if she is the one, originally created by God as the most beautiful maiden,
Her movements feel like romantic shaking of flowers by the slow breeze,
To watch her in this graceful act puts my heart and mind at an eternal ease,
Her expressions that adorn her face,
Make me believe, that it is in her, Eden somehow hid its every grace,
Her everything, her every act, her every movement,
Wants me to steal her from time’s every moment,
Her wonder invades me subtly and then completely,
And I claim, “Irma I love you totally!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Her thoughts fall like rain drops from somewhere above,
And they remind me of her and our moments of love,
Her memories rain as kisses covering my every thought,
And they remind me of the battles of love by us together fought,
Her smiles spread like the sunshine that lights up everything,
And among this array of things, my heart too is one thing,
Her eyes steal every view floating in my vision,
And it feels like the most welcome treason,
Her voice sounds like a conversation between the rose and a butterfly,
And I wish she were a butterfly and this rose were I,
Her presence feels like the most beautiful wonder of reality,
And when I look at her, she appears to be bathed in superlative sublimity,
Her tenderly moving lips remind me of Eden,
And I wonder if she is the one, originally created by God as the most beautiful maiden,
Her movements feel like romantic shaking of flowers by the slow breeze,
To watch her in this graceful act puts my heart and mind at an eternal ease,
Her expressions that adorn her face,
Make me believe, that it is in her, Eden somehow hid its every grace,
Her everything, her every act, her every movement,
Wants me to steal her from time’s every moment,
Her wonder invades me subtly and then completely,
And I claim, “Irma I love you totally!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Highways of love
He traveled on emotional highways,
Followed by someone who knew his all ways,
Together they invested in feelings new,
Where there were many memories and moments of joy kissed by morning dew,
He criss crossed the lanes and highways with her,
As they felt new emotions and experienced new feelings together,
The highways of emotions that eventually transformed into the highways of love,
And on these highways you only saw them, whether you looked from any side or you looked at them from above,
Because they traveled on highways, of which only they knew,
Created by their feelings of love and emotions new,
These highways stretched from heart to heart,
And they experienced the unstoppable rush of intense emotions from the very start,
And as the highway of one feeling ended,
With a new heart beat a new one got instantly created,
So it can be said they lived in their bodies but they stayed in each others hearts,
To feel the highways of feelings from which that original moment of love never departs,
Then as the day approached its end,
These highways of emotions and love did tend to bend,
Where they entered a circular formation,
And as a single sentiment the highways circled around their hearts like purest form of love’s sensation,
And as their eyes slept, their hearts stayed awake, creating circular highways of passionate feelings,
Where their hearts secretly dealt with love kissed feelings,
And at the break of the dawn, the highways stretched again,
As they raced towards new emotions while being kissed by the love’s rain,
It has been so, for centuries now,
Because on these highways of emotions and passions, time exists only for them, every moment called then and every moment called now,
It is just the highways, the two hearts, and the moments of time that never end,
Because they know physical highways may end, but feelings of true love never end, nor do they ever bend!”
― They Loved in 2075!
He traveled on emotional highways,
Followed by someone who knew his all ways,
Together they invested in feelings new,
Where there were many memories and moments of joy kissed by morning dew,
He criss crossed the lanes and highways with her,
As they felt new emotions and experienced new feelings together,
The highways of emotions that eventually transformed into the highways of love,
And on these highways you only saw them, whether you looked from any side or you looked at them from above,
Because they traveled on highways, of which only they knew,
Created by their feelings of love and emotions new,
These highways stretched from heart to heart,
And they experienced the unstoppable rush of intense emotions from the very start,
And as the highway of one feeling ended,
With a new heart beat a new one got instantly created,
So it can be said they lived in their bodies but they stayed in each others hearts,
To feel the highways of feelings from which that original moment of love never departs,
Then as the day approached its end,
These highways of emotions and love did tend to bend,
Where they entered a circular formation,
And as a single sentiment the highways circled around their hearts like purest form of love’s sensation,
And as their eyes slept, their hearts stayed awake, creating circular highways of passionate feelings,
Where their hearts secretly dealt with love kissed feelings,
And at the break of the dawn, the highways stretched again,
As they raced towards new emotions while being kissed by the love’s rain,
It has been so, for centuries now,
Because on these highways of emotions and passions, time exists only for them, every moment called then and every moment called now,
It is just the highways, the two hearts, and the moments of time that never end,
Because they know physical highways may end, but feelings of true love never end, nor do they ever bend!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Flower in love
The flower to the butterfly,
Where do you always come from?
Why do you always fly?
And where do your wings get these colourful patterns from?
She flew away without any reply,
For she had a known flower to kiss,
And his yesterday’s queries to reply,
And then offer him a passionate kiss,
There, poised on the flower that she knew,
She spread her wings over its petals,
It was a feeling that the flower knew,
As the butterfly’s colours kissed its petals,
Under the cover of her wings,
They romanced in the light of love,
And what a wonder it became to see a flower kissed by open butterfly wings,
The symbol of two conflict free beings in total love,
Beauty pressed over beauty, and covered in love,
As the sunlight enveloped them in the shimmer of the pure light,
The flower fell in love and the butterfly experienced love,
And then it flew in the direction of the light,
And I watched her flapping her wings hurriedly,
As she shed her dust of colourful beauty over the flower in love,
She became a part of this pure light almost hurriedly,
And now it is the permanent delight for the light kissed flower, who too finally experienced love!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The flower to the butterfly,
Where do you always come from?
Why do you always fly?
And where do your wings get these colourful patterns from?
She flew away without any reply,
For she had a known flower to kiss,
And his yesterday’s queries to reply,
And then offer him a passionate kiss,
There, poised on the flower that she knew,
She spread her wings over its petals,
It was a feeling that the flower knew,
As the butterfly’s colours kissed its petals,
Under the cover of her wings,
They romanced in the light of love,
And what a wonder it became to see a flower kissed by open butterfly wings,
The symbol of two conflict free beings in total love,
Beauty pressed over beauty, and covered in love,
As the sunlight enveloped them in the shimmer of the pure light,
The flower fell in love and the butterfly experienced love,
And then it flew in the direction of the light,
And I watched her flapping her wings hurriedly,
As she shed her dust of colourful beauty over the flower in love,
She became a part of this pure light almost hurriedly,
And now it is the permanent delight for the light kissed flower, who too finally experienced love!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Love and time
It was as if time had gone on a vacation,
At least it was not there where I was now,
Because there I could not feel her sensation,
So it was a world without her beauty, thus a world without love,
Time appeared to transition from one moment to another,
But I could not feel its presence,
For a while I thought I was in a world, that was some other,
As my heart did not experience life’s romance,
In her absence time appeared to be on a vacation,
The world seemed to have come to a sudden halt,
Without her, world’s charms had lost all their traction,
And I wondered whether it was my or time’s fault,
Everything and everyone moved, and life happened just like any day,
But to me somehow time appeared to be somewhere else,
Because it felt it was not here today,
And maybe only her presence can convince me it is false,
Maybe time has drowned in the past,
Forgotten somewhere in her infinite memories,
And my mind exclusively recreates moments, only from the past,
And convinces the heart to keep beating for the sake of her old stories,
Or is it that the present is an illusion of shadows,
Shadows from the past, her and my past,
And the present only from this past borrows,
So I am in this illusion of timelessness cast,
But whatever it might be,
Whether time is here or somewhere else,
She, her memories; are intact within me,
And my every heartbeat still says, there cannot be anyone else,
So, there is no need to seek time that has vanished suddenly,
Because I have installed her memories everywhere,
And now time has left me in my peaceful corner knowingly,
So I believe, time is somewhere else, but not here, not here,
And my love Irma, let me escape with you into this corner,
Where time has no business,
And just be your lover,
And let that be my only business,
For time will then lose its pride, someday, in that somewhere, where it has fled,
And it will offer us it's rarest gift of eternity,
Because my love, a rose by its own thorn is never hurt or bled,
So instead of time, we shall live in the love’s sanity,
Where time serves no purpose,
Because everything exists for everything,
There life offers no fake pose,
It is then that love becomes a true virtue and not just a thing!”
― They Loved in 2075!
It was as if time had gone on a vacation,
At least it was not there where I was now,
Because there I could not feel her sensation,
So it was a world without her beauty, thus a world without love,
Time appeared to transition from one moment to another,
But I could not feel its presence,
For a while I thought I was in a world, that was some other,
As my heart did not experience life’s romance,
In her absence time appeared to be on a vacation,
The world seemed to have come to a sudden halt,
Without her, world’s charms had lost all their traction,
And I wondered whether it was my or time’s fault,
Everything and everyone moved, and life happened just like any day,
But to me somehow time appeared to be somewhere else,
Because it felt it was not here today,
And maybe only her presence can convince me it is false,
Maybe time has drowned in the past,
Forgotten somewhere in her infinite memories,
And my mind exclusively recreates moments, only from the past,
And convinces the heart to keep beating for the sake of her old stories,
Or is it that the present is an illusion of shadows,
Shadows from the past, her and my past,
And the present only from this past borrows,
So I am in this illusion of timelessness cast,
But whatever it might be,
Whether time is here or somewhere else,
She, her memories; are intact within me,
And my every heartbeat still says, there cannot be anyone else,
So, there is no need to seek time that has vanished suddenly,
Because I have installed her memories everywhere,
And now time has left me in my peaceful corner knowingly,
So I believe, time is somewhere else, but not here, not here,
And my love Irma, let me escape with you into this corner,
Where time has no business,
And just be your lover,
And let that be my only business,
For time will then lose its pride, someday, in that somewhere, where it has fled,
And it will offer us it's rarest gift of eternity,
Because my love, a rose by its own thorn is never hurt or bled,
So instead of time, we shall live in the love’s sanity,
Where time serves no purpose,
Because everything exists for everything,
There life offers no fake pose,
It is then that love becomes a true virtue and not just a thing!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Let my heart and mind
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Let my heart and mind
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but it certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but it certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Not all love stories end with people being together. Some stories end with a distance between two people who can't be together but can't even move on and forget each other.”
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