I shall bestow you my love, and you give me yours.

May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!

As you entered the room stirring air with suppleness of walk waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals making curtains dance to the sound of bangles aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks my paintbrush grew restless and pen became enraptured my eyes, hands and some other parts of my bodybecame electrified.

The ambiance, that I loved and I had been loved by was very intricate to endure for me.

Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.

I gather all of my sorrow and bring you in my reminiscence, I think of you and forget all of my pain.

I dread to think of a society devoid of love, compassion and humanity.

My heart itself is a wound, no medicine can cure it It deepens further if stared at, and hurts more if touched.

I have offered many of my selves to you to feel a single you.