Only You E-Book

Rittik Chandra

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

"Only You" is a brilliant collection of love poems of RITTIK CHANDRA, "The Ultimate Poet of Love". A lover's desire and longing is described in these poems. The pure feeling of love is what you will feel while reading these poems. Whether you are thinking about ways to convey your feelings to your love, or trying to find words to say how that other person touched your heart then this book is for you. Reciting and talking about a beautiful love poem is one of the best ways to impress and enchant, be it your first date or your proposal.

Leseprobe

Rittik Chandra

Only You

TO THE YOUTH OF THE WORLDBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

ONLY YOU

ONLY YOU

BY

RITTIK CHANDRA

Cover designed by: RITTIK CHANDRA

© All rights reserved by RITTIK CHANDRA

Dedicated to the youth of the world

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.

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.

My heart longs day and night

My heart longs day and night

For the meeting with you.

For the meeting that is like

All-devouring death.

Sweep me away like a storm;

Take everything I have;

Break open my sleep

And plunder my dreams.

In that devastation,

In the utter openness of spirit,

Let us become one in beauty.

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.