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There are days when I get off from the train… feeling totally tired and drained… taking small steps… as I walk home… a music of memories plays repeatedly in my mind….… my heart feels lifted like a bird… and I glide back home with the wind.

Sometimes I sit quietly in peace… listening to the sounds that surround me… my mind suddenly drifts away… to some place full of wonders and magic … I feel as if a beautiful mind is caring for me … listening to my deepest thoughts and feelings.. And everything around me feels perfect in that moment…

The birds sang in chorus, your voice, my delight; woke me from reality, an angel in twilight. Something had been taken, I searched, found no clue; too green to comprehend, that feeling so pure, so true. Teen years in between, since then, until today; I’ve longed for my heart, forever and a day.

When I feared speaking to you, I wrote. When words didn’t flow, I drew. When colours seemed to fade, I listened. When nature turned silent, I looked within. Found you and I was left, speechless again.

Sitting by the window, watching the stars above, it’s you who comes to my mind, it’s you so close, to my heart I find. But still you’re so far coz to me you are, like a star I can only watch, like an angel I can never hold. It's you who I dream of every night, it's you who is always so close to my eyes. But still you’re so far, coz to me you are, like a star I can never touch, like an angel I can never kiss. All I can do is, be your true friend, till the end. To be the first to catch you, coz sometimes, even stars fall !

Winds kiss tender, on thy cheeks, shall be me. Kissing thy feet beneath, soil shall be me. Moisture that rejoice, on thy lips, shall be me. Slipping down thy body, raindrops shall be me. That is how I shall, make love to thee. Coz one fine day, dust I shall be.

Dew drops shine red, slipping down your face. Woke me from dead, your beauty and grace. Time won’t pluck late, a bud you’re no more. This moment, your fate; tomorrow, an unknown shore. Ohh Rose! From far I’ve flew. Before the gardener knows, let me pluck you.