In to my eyes she longingly gazes,
for a long moment, disarmingly smiles,
as if I am her first teen age lover
broken in to her room,unawares
and did naughty things,like snatching kisses.
her dad would definitely scold her mother
for permitting such nonsense
without his prior approval,
now that all got wrong, she is perplexed,
what would the people think of her
if they find out all about this?
Her lips I kiss ever so tenderly
to prove that I am still a green horn
in matters of amour, callow and clumsy to boot,
I join in her pretension that we just had
our first vanilla ice cream together,
when we bumped in to each other by chance.

Now the scene changes, she signals
like in one of those school dramas she shone well,
in my ears she whispers, now the coy Indian bride,
who never take liberties without
prior parental approval,
"I just wanted to cheat myself,
for this once, isn't it the last chance
forget for the time being that
we just had an arranged marriage"

There is great beauty in "ugliness",
and there is great joy in "pain."
We know each through their opposites.
Existence and non existence give birth to the idea of each other.
The idea of difficulty and ease produce one another.
Length and shortness fashion out the figure of each other.
High and low contrast and measure each other,
like how musical notes become harmonious through
the relation of one with another
and past, present, and future require each other.

This is how the Sage
accomplishes without doing
anything at all and he
and teaches without
having to say a word.
As things arrive and disappear
he lets them come and go freely.
He possesses but does not own
and perform without expectation.
When he finishes his work,
he releases it without attachment,
that's why it continues eternally.

EVERYTHING HAS TO BE LOOKED AT, SQUEEZED AND PRODDED,
NO POINT IN BUYING IF IT LOOKS MISERABLE - SO MUCH TIME
IS SPENT - IT'S IMPORTANT IF YOU CAN SAVE A CENT,
SO MUCH FUSS -IT JUST HAS TO BE, 'FIT FOR PURPOSE,' DOESN'T IT?
THE COLOUR IS WRONG, THE FIT TOO LONG, WE BOUGHT IT FOR A SONG;
DON'T MENTION BIRTHDAY CARDS - SOMEONE'S READING EVERY WORD,
THE 'BROWSE' IS ON - IF YOU ASK A QUESTION, IT WON'T BE HEARD,
THIS IS TOO HARD, THIS IS TOO SOFT, THE CONTAINER IS DENTED,
WHEN WE'RE IN COSMETICS -THE DEODORANTS ARE TOO STRONGLY SCENTED,
THIS MUST BE OLD STOCK BUT I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT ANOTHER WOK,
WE RETURN SOMETHING BECAUSE IT'S FADED - NOW I'M FEELING JADED,
FORGOT THE POINTS, FORGOT THE CARD - DON'T FORGET THE NEXT ONE'S FREE;
WE'RE IN THE LINE, IN THE QUEUE - HOW MUCH LONGER MUST WE WAIT,
I CAN'T HELP IT IF I'M PAST MY SELL - BY - DATE!

******* for playin' with my mind!
******* for not letting me sleep!
**** your beautiful viridian eyes that haunt me everyday!
**** your hands that touched my body!
**** your words that touched my soul!
**** your attitude that makes me smile!
**** your lips 'cause they make me go insane!
**** your scent that makes me crawl!
**** your soft hair 'cause it's a good pillow!
**** your arms that hug so well!
**** your breath that synchronizes with mine before we lay asleep!
**** your ideas 'cause they're so **** good!
**** your clothes, 'cause you dress too well!
**** your messages that make me chirp like a ******* bird, in joy!
**** your devilish smile that turns me on!
**** your voice 'cause it's like honey!
**** your jeans 'cause they're too skinny!
******* because I think you like me!
******* 'cause you make me feel this way...
**** me 'cause I've let myself fall for you!
But most of all... *******, 'cause you're not mine and you'll never be.
I'm just a fool... who's in ******* love with you...