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Innermost One

You are the innermost one,

Who awakens my being,

With your deep hidden touches.


You are the innermost one,

Who puts enchantment upon these eyes

And joyfully plays on the chords of my heart

in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.


You are the innermost one,

Who weaves the web of this maya

in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green,

And lets peep out through the folds his feet,

At whose touch I forget myself.


Days come and ages pass,

And it is ever you

Who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise,

in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.





Thrills to my heart

Hands cling to hands

And eyes linger on eyes;

Thus begins the record of our hearts.


It is the moonlit night of March;

The sweet smell of henna is in the air;

My flute lies on the earth neglected

And your garland of flowers is un-finished.


It is a game of giving and withholding,

Revealing and screening again;

Some smiles and some little shyness,

And some sweet useless struggles.


Your veil of the saffron colour,

Makes my eyes drunk.

The jasmine wreath that you wove me,

Thrills to my heart like praise.

You are etched on my heart

You are my lord,

You are my world,

You are my universe,

You are my time.

You are etched on my heart.


You are my dawn,

You are my morning,

You are my night,

You are my day.

You are etched on my heart.


Your laughter,

Your charms Are so different

From all others.

You are etched on my heart.


Your eyes are misty

Your face is the mirror of the heart.

Not just my eyes

You are etched on my heart.

From My Heart

Thank you for your love

Your sweet and gentle ways.

You touch my heart a million times

Every single day.


You fill me up,

With pure and absolute happiness.

For me, you’ll always be the one

I am certain of this.


I’ve never known a love more true

Than this unique and special thing

I’ve got right here with you.

Golden Eyes

Oh Amber Eyes, oh Golden Eyes!

Oh Eyes so softly gay!

Wherein swift fancies fall and rise,

Grow dark and fade away.

Eyes like a little limpid pool

That holds a sunset sky,

While on its surface, calm and cool,

Blue water lilies lie.


Oh Tender Eyes, oh Wistful Eyes,

You smiled on me one day,

And all my life, in glad surprise,

Leapt up and pleaded "Stay!"

Alas, oh cruel, starlike eyes,

So grave and yet so gay,

You went to lighten other skies,

Smiled once and passed away.


Oh, you whom I name "Golden Eyes,"

Perhaps I used to know

Your beauty under other skies

In lives lived long ago.

Perhaps I rowed with galley slaves,

Whose labour never ceased,

To bring across Phoenician waves

Your treasure from the East.


Maybe you were an Emperor then

And I a favourite slave;

Some youth, whom from the lions' den

You vainly tried to save!

Maybe I reigned, a mighty King,

The early nations knew,

And you were some slight captive thing,

Some maiden whom I slew.


Perhaps, adrift on desert shores

Beside some shipwrecked prow,

I gladly gave my life for yours.

Would I might give it now!

Or on some sacrificial stone

Strange Gods we satisfied,

Perhaps you stooped and left a throne

To kiss me ere I died.


Perhaps, still further back than this,

In times ere men were men,

You granted me a moment's bliss

In some dark desert den,

When, with your amber eyes alight

With iridescent flame,

And fierce desire for love's delight,

Towards my lair you came


Ah laughing, ever-brilliant eyes,

These things men may not know,

But something in your radiance lies,

That, centuries ago,

Lit up my


Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Bildmaterialien: RITTIK CHANDRA
Lektorat/Korrektorat: RITTIK CHANDRA
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.02.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7368-7494-7

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