Our path is ours - bold and divine,
So be it, I say.
Wish the Lord would make all the obstacles sway.

A path unique and apart,
Everyone has a different start.
It's a sprint, not a race;
Eventually, we will find our peace, our pace.

With courage and resilience, our will strengthens.
To find purpose, you keep hustling along.
Bring things to ears that matter,
Treat the rest as a playful song.

Hope you find the thing that you revel in.

If you ever get let down,
Don’t think of backing down.
Solve, for everything is treasured in your crown.
No matter what destiny announces.

Make your mark, engrave every stone.
Be your best – keep moving on till victory graces your throne.

Solitude, it was meant to be.
I knew that from the start,
Then why did I believe my heart?
Whims and fancies—he whispered some fabulous tales,
So good to be true,
Do they really prevail?
I wish that I had that cup of gall.
To stop it going beyond the scale.

Leaving—a never-healing scar.
Is there a chance to connect again,
Same as before? Oh, I miss that glow.
Uff! This poetry isn't helping me anymore.

I wrote on hollowness and emptiness.
I wrote on everything—sometimes less and sometimes more,
Still, like waves of the sea, they keep coming back and forth.
This pain changes my sleepy night into an unwanted day,
And it never goes away.
Without you, I have lost a part of me.
It always feels that something is incomplete—shattered I am, without a gist.
Dreams of you—having a hug feels like bliss.
Then I wake after—senses drenched in sweat all over.
I can't write furthermore; it's so much to take.!

Little fish swimming in a housed pond,
See her swirl joyously all day long.
Got me wondering what her childhood would be like—
Did her grandmother tell her stories about kings and their knights,
Or horrors of birds preying on them from the sky?

Maybe about mermaids or the treasures from wrecked ships?
I watch her still—she is flapping her fins,
Maybe expressing her experiences of the deep, darker sea.

I still wonder—what a life it would be,
Fascinating or dreadful, what would it be?

Blurry eyes can't see the path between my heart and mind.
Struggling to find a horizon
To debate the matters it confines.

To register a complaint about idiotic comrades.
Ear hears the heart,
Directs mouth to say the disgusted mental shout.

They believe thoughts that my heart has,
Though having my soul's approval.
They say, "The world is not ready for its outwardly disposal."

Difficult to find a jury to set up a court,
To settle the matters,
Grave like this.

May these things find the right course.

How foolish can one be
Like I was
To believe for what I got  through was unique.
How did I forget that we all consume and feel the waves of the same sea.

Same pirates, likewise hurricanes.
Just the tide timed different

Lighthouse seeks adventures
Sailor seeks safety.
Both are fruits of brevity

Deeper you dive
The less you know.
Icy it feels when it taunts.
Every night it would haunt
Every sail seems unique but is monotonous
It was you against you.
I falsely believed it was you against us.

Passing through a narrow street,
All over known for its treat.
There, I saw an old lady sitting on a tiny seat,
Selling flowers to my lady, the lady of my dreams.

Oh, sweet! Hesitant I was to go closer to her at that very hour.
"How should I start the conversation?" She was already holding the flower.
Murmured and hummed, I opened my mouth,
Summoning with just a formal "hi."

She smiled and replied to my summon gracefully.
Stumbled I was—my brain lost its dictionary,
And started playing a stupid pictionary.
She laughed, called me "cute," and walked away.

I missed my chance—just by sly away.
Since then, I pass by day to day,
Though it distances my daily commune.
Forgetting this Cupid-spread disease is immune.

Infatuation, infectious infatuation.
Can anyone tell the difference between love and tormentous sensation.
both feels the same.
Why do I even play this game.
My heart cries for the one.
Should I even try?.
Big question mark on the existence of both the feelings.
They are good for nothing in terms of healings
They both don't care about the real feelings.

Why does my soul feel dead,
Still away from God?
The passion I had is gone and lost.
Amid all happy signs, why do I still feel this emptiness?

Without a picture of you, my songs have lost their melody.
Without you, even success feels like tragedy.
The brimming sunrays don't relay warmth.
Subtle heat is burning—not the skin, but something within.

Hollowness is the farewell gift you left.

Echoes of the Dark War
Trembled, blood-stained sounds all around,
Screeching swords, blasting grenades.
Killer of dreams, yet savior of the sovereign,
A necessary evil that melts your heart in disdain.

But let your pain be your pride,
For the one among the fight.
The girth and bravery warriors showcase
Is beyond any poet's pen's reach.

Have faith in them and stay strong.
It will ignite the fire of valor,
Till the battle stays.

Soul of the Lord—begone.
Flashing bullets haunts the celestial sea.
Fire and electricity are in every soldier's vain.
Freedom is the price.
Respect because that's the wage life has paid.

I heard a whisper, "Why return?—Heart still guarded."
Our fingers interlocked,
Sitting on a couch,
Headphones on,
Listening to the sweetest song.

Ancient and antique—both spirits together,
Writing verses of beyond,
Getting thoughts cozier in this windy storm.

A book on the side table,
With my scribbled wishes,
Engraving my thoughts on those empty pages.
Imagining the above scene, I wrote:
"When will this image become my experience?"

Up from the dream, it's just me and the storm.
Turning off the lamp,
I let this yet-to-happen memory—a cloudy form.

A Path of Conscience
A path to the prime of the primes.
A journey of a disciplined disciple.
Could I ever become a part of you?
For I am out of my line.
The tiniest or the most magnanimous being
Bestow their heads when they see you,
Sitting on your swing,
Waiting to shower your blessings—
To spread the word of the kind.
Love is you; so is war.

Will I be wandering,
Without your message,
If my purpose is resolved—
The one I was a strong believer in?
Or does something yet remain on my part,
To be called, in your terms, a real keeper?

I know not the meaning of the "why,"
An enquiry of aspirant saints,
A quest to be enlightened.
Let me take a breath, a sigh.
All this is above my capable power.
I am fine to be lived by your plan, your desire.

Just one wish that I whispered in your ear:
All I want is to be with you.
May my soul always be with you,
Without any worldly fear.

Let me be today a tattle tale,
Recite to you a story of two innocent males.
Two mature lads with a childlike flick,
Amid all chaos and bubbling pressure.
They went away for the slightest trip to leisure,
Escaping not very far—you can travel there without a car.

Walking zig-zag on a straight, empty road,
Telling stories of their mundane lives.
Thinking what to do to give life, like a kite,
A new height.
Courageous but dumb enough,
Never brave enough to say their hearts out loud.

Galavanting streets but unable to find their own whereabouts,
Funny are their faces, only the moon can see.
Only the silent wind knows their latest tweet.
Ranting over their gibberish snuggles,
They finished their street-brewed coffee.
They wore their noxious snug and said, "Guys, back to work."

Breathtaking or breathless,
Caressing nature binds anything—regardless.
Amazing adventures, astonishing stories;
No one can clamour this glory.

Tiny bug, fearless yet subtle,
Sits on a branch of a hefty tree.
Rocks, flowers, shrubs, and bushes—
Dripping water drops from the petals that swing,
Asking whereabouts of my friend from a 2 A.M. cloud.

"What's up?" will he then ask the stars,
Knowing your story, they know "I am fine" is the most dreadful line.
But in the hope, when the sun goes down, a tale comes up.
With Wind acclaiming this rhyme of all that of yours is all that of mine.
Clinging to the nudge of thy desire.
Like a rain on forest fire

What is the thing that everyone has?
Irrespective of species, it's pain
That everyone has.
"Explain it to me," asked an affirming comrade.
With a grin, I started this story
About two orphan puppies,
Cuter than the most cinematic lovey-dovey,
Brought up by calamities on this rotten street,
Still staying together—barking gangs have their own way of fun.
Only bonds that humans share had names.
Their bond was unnamed—maybe friendship,
Maybe love.

Back to the answer, let's jump the gun.
One dreadful day, there came a dog-catcher's van
That captivated the sweetest of their clan.
The group ran together for kilometers,
Injuring their limbs further to their dismay.
Brutal it was, watching them weep.
Pain transacted with the lost one.

I dreamt of you all my fancy nights
on my face - you keep shutting the door.
Immediately I rushed to the window peeping out
You lushy face, what a sight.
Finding you busy, I talked to your 2 am cloud.
It is not the time, he said,
Making an imaginary pout.
Revert back maybe tomorrow on the same line.
In aghast, I said, "fine."
You worried about rain on forest fire.
What about the storm, I am going through.
Thunderstruck by your desire.
I know your answer could be any back and forth.
But still, I will play this game.
Just listen to me once.
Let my heart say it’s due.
Then it's my neck,
Your claws,your roar.

Assured pat by her on my back
Gives me slumber—the most awaited one for people like us, the young-gen pack.
Chubby cheeks, the ones I playfully wiggle,
Wrinkled yet strong hands, wisdom in her eyes, and a practical head.

She was the forger of the valiant's weapon,
A soothsayer and a storyteller.
From her, stress would always fumble.
She raised me to be the best I could.

I will call her my mother till my last quest,
Yes, I would.

A Gamble of Thoughts
I play with my night,
Over a bankroll of solace.
Betting my daily chaos on the table,
Trying to play with my full aces.

Although that high-roller cloud was over my chases,
Turn by turn, my confused thoughts were bluffed by whimsical reality.
Tear drops fell, not because I was losing my heart,
But for knowing it was a lost game from the start.

So I changed the game, chose wisdom for another round,
Put all my best cards,
Shining with pride,
Believing this time I would flip the game.

To my surprise, Nature had better clarity.
It played with a balanced approach,
And I lost everything on that deck.
Heart and mind both said, "Let’s not gamble again.".

What to Write About?
Should it be about you?
Or should it be me thinking about you?
Should it be about my sleepless nights?
Should it be about longing that will never cease?
Should it be about you holding my hand,
Or about you punching my shoulder after taking an adorable stance?
What to write about?
So much to say, yet too few words to convey.

What to write about?
The shawl wrapped around your neck that fuels my jealousy.
I tried to search for you across the galaxy.
Without your graceful soul,
My heart stands ablaze.
What to write about?
I sat with a dumb face.

If you ask, "Do I have a part in your things, your life?"
Yes, I would say,
From a distance, though closer to your heart.
How, then, will you enquire?
By imagining your writings, my soul gets inspired.

"Pen that I hold," I would continue my essay,
Respiring as I write about you and the whispering thoughts it spills—
The ones I want to say.

If you ask me furthermore
About the things that you are not sure of,
Uncertainty is my answer,
My dismay.
Yet I am determined to solve the quest.
If we pulse it together,
That would be best.

I don't want your presence all the time—
Just a little essence,
Here and there, sometime.

If you affirm, then I would ask the three-word question
That defines the bond—the Cupid's play.
Whatsoever your answer may be,
I will obey.

How strange but laughable,
I live happily in imagination,
But get saddened by reality.
A momentary giggle bursts the trouble,
Bubbly moments are all I now see,
Away from mortality.
Vanished are all my failed trials,
Just when I sit together with my imagination,
Leaving my conscience behind.
I and my wandering mind, overwhelmed with thought—
Oh! What happened to my mental graduation?

How foolish I sound copying a poet's voice.
Do leaves talk, and from when does silence start to noise?
How naive I behave when I see
A pebble,
A dried leaf,
A billboard,
On the go.
And then I start a fable,
Traveling on a rail car,
Away from practicality.
Why is there solace away from clarity?

A candle to spread light
A kitty to cuddle waving off the trouble.
A frame with my favourite pet
Some room for a  scented flower ***.
Little small but a brighter space.
A drawer full of dreams
A diary full of manifestations
Adventures in your eyes.
A life to discover beyond reservations.
How wonderful it is
Indeed, there I stand amazed .
Like a excited lad, jumping up
I am what just a brat.
Would I say it amiable?
Will there a room for me at your table ?
Will there a room for us at the table ?

A lover boy,  Am I.
Yes would be the answer, maybe
A Chimp , a ****, Am I
For I am so full of love, may be
Only the thing I remember is not the fragrances of flowers,
Not the breeze of the sky but the way you adore them..
Gleamy eyes of yours have my heart, that is sure.
In my dreams..I find you always, that is sure
Are you a reality ??  may be.

Walking down the lane,
I found leaves all over the pavement
Near a tree.
I asked, "How do you feel coming off the tree?
The one you fed once—did it just set you free?
Is this your autumn?"

"Why can't spring last a lifetime?
Answer me, leaves, why do you decline this request?"

The calm leaves—dried and withered,
Lying on the icy floor—
Answered my query softly:
"The reason lies in the design,
Nature has defined our lifeline.
Cherish the time while you have purpose,
For like me, everything will dissolve into the soil.
Even now, I am still the feeding host,
Nothing to foil."

Intriguing persona I saw at a strange time.
Luminous life became my prime.
Optimistic rays of hope and love touch those
vibrant outlook I perceive.

Elegance all over, like a luxurious chandelier’s glaze, I glare.
Unforgettable and timeless.

Tender moments ignited,
Unique, passionate fire in me; ablaze with amor.
Serenity and salvation I found on earth.
Harmony and melody found their mirth.

A symphony of music,
Reverbing affection.
An alluring aura my heart asks for more

Ashes underlined in my heart,
For a bittersweet reason—
A bitter grief and a sweeter lesson.
Burning wood, catalyzed by purified butter,
A falcon set free from its worn-out armour.
Yes! Its rhymes are clever,
Stating these lines, the saint's spirit departs.

"More than the presence, one's essence matters," he indicates.
"My dear disciple, spread this in the syndicate.
Spread this in the syndicate."

Syndicate of people,
Syndicate of purpose,
Syndicate of love.

All is one, and that is the cult.
The crime would be—to hold on.
Let the bird of time fly
Taking his last breath
He finished this rhyme.

Strange humour my Lord has.
Before giving me my life’s biggest grief,
He gave me a hilarious belief.
He made me wonder about life,
Like a squirrel grabbing a nut with her tiny fingers.
Life is anything beautiful, and for it,
Every species lingers.

I went to tell the stories of worldly adventure
To my beloved,
Who usually stayed on the bed.
Gets overwhelmed seeing the world through my eyes.
I loved my routine, felt nothing could be better than this.
I felt my beloved would stay,
The only one I believed would remain when anyone else could go.
Thy presence, I thought, would be forever present.

The Lord found that maybe I was not a good storyteller.
That’s why He took away my beloved,
To recite His best seller.
This is how humour turned to grief.
Shattered, here I stand with my story incomplete.

Who said angels don't dwell on earth?
I just found five of them:
One for the laugh,
One for the love,
One for the sadness,
One for the truth,
One for everything above.

I want to have them, Lord, please cut down the chase—
The chase of longings,
The chase of memories,
The chase of beauty,
The chase for peace.

For those angels and I share the same thirst.
Quench this thirst; show your image to us.

Finding happiness was difficult.
Sadness was easy; it was everywhere.
And so, I learned to be joyous with it."

So? Is it the question, or the answer to a puzzled rant?
So? Is it the beginning, or just an end?
So? Is it a grim gaze, or a friendly withstand?
So? Is it a careless whisper, or a well-thought word?
So? Is it impromptu, or something well-rehearsed?
So? Is it for the show, or just redacting the old?
So? Just an expression—should I laugh it out,
Or make a sad face with a lingering pout?

Wherever I go, they make me feel
What I am—just a tag along.
Tried to move into her heart,
But I can't be there.

I am not family, maybe just a sidelined friend,
And would be remembered only in the end,
Because I am just a tag along.

Is there a need for a wall?
Am I so scary? You taking your eyes off me makes my heart weary.

Gloomy I feel, just to be a tag along.
I came to your life to share everything,
Not just to be a tag along.
But I can stay—just listen to my growl.

Bear angel's faith—
I will not be like them, who left you shattered.
They are long gone.

I will stay with you till my soul rumbles.
Whenever I think of you and me,
Stumbled feet become straight.
If I can be yours, that would be great.

You are my cause, and you are my purpose.
Don't treat me like a joker of a circus.


Don't treat me like a joker of a circus .

Endless things to do,
But her thoughts I cannot confine.
They are open and free,
Like a whirly wind, do not know any bound or reach.
Real but imagined,
Shining like a classy rim of a motored wagon.

I can compare her with any long and stout,
Anything beauty.
By seeing her, my heart starts to fly like a cloud.
Just me—he is impatient, but I am at rest,
Asking, "Do not go without me; stay in my chest.

For I don't have her.
If I lose you, how will I live?
Don't tell me somehow!
Until her soul accepts me as a slave,
You will not go away from my conclave."

Is it real or a dream?
Don't answer that.
Love is beautiful.
Be cautious—it will tear, making a sack.

I sat near the door
watching people bursting in and out
Impatient but hopeful,maybe I would see
The one who make my heart feels allures

Fingers drummed on the table's top
Hour arm made a turn on the wall clock
Eager and impulsive, I turned into elephants child
Moving and shaking my seat

Wait game is a real upbeat.
May I have the grace to see your face.

After bidding for a long
Then I struck the ace
Aurora spread all over on their arrival.
Giving me ease, a reprieve for survival.

Ink on a paper I saw,
Running down through her hand.
I envisioned beautiful stories published on a stand.
Stories, fables, prose, and poems—
All were freed by the river of ink on the land of paper.

Politics, business, travel, and life—
Lovely words enhance the spice.
Writing is just like creating a culinary recipe;
If done right, you’ll feel like Gatsby.

Nevertheless, I am just a novice learner,
Making notes, burning my soul on the burner of thought.
Can I ever have that kind of poetic knot?

Never I saw this before,
Refreshing waves passing through my feet,
The moon gazing at itself with adoration,
Looking at its own glade.

Clouds shimmering dews from above,
It was truly a wonderful phase.
On one side of the seashore,
There stand three strange souls, but family.

Laughter on their faces, fun in their hearts,
My shoulders felt lighten as they unburdened the bore,
Sprinkling over the sand my aghast.
Then I saw the most beautiful—I don't know what it was.

A ******* a jetty,
Sitting silently on that boat.
An angelic smile, the breeze brushing her hair,
I couldn’t stop my eyes but to stare.

I cannot help now; it's impossible to revive.
Is this what they call love at first sight?

Maybe actions of mine
Are the things that bother her mind.
I can't help—
Those deeds are born of a cause:
Keeping cassette of her tunes on a rewind.

Pictures of landscapes I keep posting on my social wall,
Thinking—could there be a time
When I can visit them with her, maybe next fall?

To trouble her thoughts is the fear in me,
And I must refrain from telling her the truth,
Feared by the fact of losing her,
Whatsoever of her I have.

Adorable or mischief,
It's all in my memorial pack.

Only half of me stands here,
Incomplete.
The other half of me—
It’s hers now,
To cherish every fleeting moment,
Every stolen glance.
Hope this time I did it neat.

You always asked me to stay strong.
Not be afraid, if the things go wrong
I loved to irritate you with that silly song
Smile of your face kept my soul charged all day long.
I loved to be your kid and love it  still
It was hard to breathe for you I remember niche of the ticking clock.
Tick tock tick tock!!
How can I forget lord's gambling mill.
When mature kid's maturity suddenly bubbles
I hate being the bigger one.
Best I was small.
Holding your hands, just...that's all
I stand now where you are nowhere near me
Holding hands is just mere a scenery
Just a scenery.

What does the time say?

Don't run to catch me
Walk with me! instead
Then only you will see
all that's beauty and all things ugly

Cafeteria, a place where you buy food,
But get smiles for free.
Unbound zone—full of rejoice,
Yet with a stock of items but memories beyond choice.

A secure place where everyone unlocks their hearts out,
A real incubator of ideas, even bigger than any alma mater can ever be.
A place where you read personalities, but beware—don’t shout out loud.
Where you go without a schedule,
Shorter hours you get to stay, the more you ridicule.

We know about what is next door,
But the real masala is the gossipers on the table—
What a glore!
Whoever it may be, a lecturer or a boss who gave you a bang,
You will find solace ranting about them with your gang.

But sometimes it kills you when you are alone,
Just imagining an oasis of people,
Struggling to come out of the zone.

Why good things cant' keep going??
Why they have to stop?
Why the one you like the most goes away?
Why it never happens the way you want?

All these questions, I asked the silence to answer but the indifferent silence never broke a sound.

A moon in grief summons my soul to calm down.

Deep within, not so assured of,  my heart says after a pause.
Good things ends maybe there is more to learn.
To start something new, former must have end.
And hardest of all is to accept, sunshine of your day is not only yours to keep.
Rivers flows the directions, where mountains direct them to sweep.

Are these answers true only time will tell.
Still then I will wake in my sleep.

What does love say?

I am true, I am not a lie.
I am a friend, but not yet fully yours.
I am a remedy, but not for the pain you need.
Until you speak,
I am there in words,
But not in voice.

Even if your answer would be no,
Yes, a different plan or person I will respect,
Like a gentle guy, you know.

Just grant my single wish:
May I have a shortsighted glance of your smiling face?
That would be bliss.
Believe me in this, there is no mischief.

I learned this lesson after losing someone close.
It's not about living with them through our lifetime,
But just about making a smaller mark in their lifeline.
The heart would be glad if you pass by just once.
Still, jokingly, I will ask:
Would you like to go with me on a brunch?

I stayed up all night
Trying to pen down something about this night.
Something about the moon, stars, all the things glowing, right.
Tore the page because I didn't find the rhyme right.

Then I thought to write about nature—
Something about trees, rivers, and the blue sky,
About some 'how' and some 'why.'
After jotting down some insensible lines,
My brain—ah!—again started to climb a different vine.

How indecisive it behaved.
What to try to write about, my heart started to crib.
And then I got this cringy thought—
To write about this nothingness.

So understated but believable,
Nonexistent but feel-able.
Ah, again I miss that poetic sense.
The thinking motor of me definitely needs a rewind.

Even when I tried to write about nothing—
No facts to decline—
I asked my fingers to stop
Until I figure out a perfect rhyme.

Deeply drenched in sadness,
Yes! So am I.
Facing the darkness, head to head,
Yes! So am I.

Asking questions to the highness—
Who am I?
Yes! So am I.

The one who stands firm despite the scorn and hate
Yes! So am I.
The one who'll rise back soon and he will not wait.
Yes! So am I.

The one who'll conquer treachery,
Yes! So am I.
The one who'll call "Game on!" to storms
That dare to pass.
Yes! So am I.

Proud son of a passionate father,
Who he named "Ami"
Yes! So am I.

I didn't get a glimpse .
I thought fate would be on my side
And will show me for what I strive.
The tic-tock clock raised my desperation.
God,  grant me a glimpse of my aspiration.
After a time,  I lost my mind and walked down the staircase of a rare design.
Thought I would sneak in like a suave thief.
As soon as my Footsteps hit the floor
Found no one just some strange faces across the hall.
May be the unfortunate is the only thing I own.
Why always I am destined watching empty walls.
Not the pretty face so I can reckon.

Withered flowers are what remain with me.
All profound fragrances are gone.
Only flashbacks remain with me—
Lovely, but dreadful,
Because they were the ones that kept me sane.

Normalcy—I try to act it,
But it feels like something insane is acting within me.
Flames that burned out the petals of the purple ones,
Ingrained images—the screams, the cries.

The body that once held me in its arms
Has just become dust,
And I couldn’t do anything about it.
I couldn’t do anything...

With recent times I have learnt,
Happiness is momentary.
But does that make it temporary?
Is it just an exaggerated feeling,
That pulls you down and pushes you up
Over and over,
Jumping on and off the railing?

Or is it something divine?
What is happiness?
Can anyone define?
Only the smile on a face can make it revive—
Or could it be something else?
Why is it so hard to understand,
Storming my head to make a stand?
I just want to store happiness,
Like coke in a can.

I know, when I was little,
I waited for you at night.
The place I waited for you was home to me,
Where you, I, Mom, and Bro had fun.
Yes, that was home to me.

I fought with you over silly things,
Yes, that place was home to me.
Where you made me learn my lessons,
Yes, that was home to me.

I longed for holidays to see your face,
Yes, that place to visit was home to me.

You're not there; it's just an empty place,
The one I profoundly used to call
Home to me.

Every memory that we build from my childhood to being a noxious adult
The place where we build all of this
Yes that was home to me

Without you even that or any other place.
I don't think I would ever be able to say..
Yes that place is home to me.

Drenched in tears
I woke again in the middle of the night.
A warm hug with you—
Now I am left with agony, weeping high.
Is this justice... to feel all this?
Though don't you worry, just yet from the sky,
I would be fine... just gonna stay awake,
Say a little while,
Say till morning or till the clock strikes nine.

Do you feel this is good?
Happy dreams feel like I live in woods.
I am left with no wish,
Just a desire to confide.
Hope you would be fine with our almighty friend.
Convey my apologies, for if any, I breach the divine.

I have seen it in colours.
I have seen it in Black and white.
It feels like it would keep glowing
But will dim within the hue of skylight.
What sustain on earth?
Everything is to perish
Moonlight like flashbacks I perceive
Unforgettable images my eyes recieve.
My eyes begs to stay and fade no more.
And beyond this, I cannot describe my fascination-
That is for sure.