Tonight, let us exchange every part of our bodies and every space of our souls to each other.

I liked you everywhere on you.

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.

May the dead body of agony remain asleepresting its head on a pillow of flowers.

Splitting love, among differences between love and soul, and love and the heart, and love and the body, and love and life; and slicing it further into multiple pieces, how may I offer you the entire love?

If you are not the body Why should I enrich scenes before your eyes?