You looked at me,  
But I did not look at you.  
I looked away, far away, so that I could feel more about you.  

The shining eyes of your heart shine in my heart and make me feel loved.  
Those shining eyes of yours make me feel happy.

You looked at me,  
I looked away, away and far away...  

I felt you right inside my heart...  

I hope I never miss these moments again.  
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All alone... with your heart, all alone...  
Oh... oh...  
All alone, with your chasm, all alone...  

I believe... I stumble,  
I stand and sway to your tune.  

I believe I feel you and sing this song  
In my heart, all alone...  

It is time to be honest about  
Your capacity, your ability to be all alone...  

It’s all alone...  
The timer has its setting to delve deep down when the bell rings to reveal its true timing, and until then, it’s all alone...  
La... la... la...

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Whenever you come to me in white,  
Your grandeur walks away with my heart.  

It takes my heart away and carries it with you.  

Whenever you come to me,  
Notice me; you are in white, while I happily watch you in adorable yellow light.  

Your white and grand light,  
Do look into my heart,
A heart that has left the possession of rosiness  
To feel the mighty volume of its light within itself.  

Do look at me in my heart,  
And for the sake of this peace,  
Do dip your hands in its grandeur yellow light.  

Whenever you come to me,  
In white along with your grandeur walk.  

I will be at the corner praying for you  
With my yellow heart.  
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All seasons have come to an end.  
The shining eyes,  
The smiling face,  
The yearning heart looked even happier as the seasons passed.  

Why was this magic fluttering its unique tune all around?  

Was it a blessing that sought to embrace you, sweetening the corners of the heart?  

My sad look, without wanting your gaze in return.  
But your look made me feel as if I had regained tremendous faith in you and in myself.  

That sad look, my sad look, is now an understanding look for me.  
Yes, the seasons have passed, and so have the reasons.  
A smiling face,  
A yearning heart looks even happier.  
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Are desires controlling me,  
Or am I controlling them?  

You drew my attention in the most unexpected environment.  

Do our desires control us, or do we control them?  

A seed of love that was planted long ago is calling me back to interrogate the subject.  

I was lost without any direction.  

Feelings,  
Intrigued,  
Accepted.  
Motives were interrogated.  
I didn’t find them aligned with my heart or couldn’t feel them properly again.  

I left my wish for peace.  

The attraction to my wish is now kept where it belongs.  

The knower of the truth can understand its verity.  

O soul of space, can I feel you always?  
Can I remember you always?  

Take me back.  

Let me thank you for relieving my heart and keeping its verity with you without letting it get scattered away.  
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Mother, I left my candy with you.  
Please call me back.

I want to sing again,  
Please call me back.

I left my rhythmic candy with you.  
Please let me accompany it once more.

Please call me back.  
I want to sing again.

I left my candy with you that was tired of feeling the competence around.  
Please call me back.  
I will cry and sing again.

I left my moistened candy with you.  
Please call me back and let me feel you while crying.

Mother, I feel my candy is you.  
Please call me back; I want to sing again!
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To walk away with a quiet promise is a promise,  
A promise of love within.

When I look back, I see a disrupted range, searching for trust to mend its brokenness.

I feel it and move on.  
The disrupted range is now within, looking peacefully at different aspects,  
Gaining insight to return to its original form.

I walked away with my soulful promise to nurture myself.  
Today, when I see the disrupted range, it has become a beautiful ***, holding a variety of flowers together, even when they are withered.

When I look back today, I see the disruption transformed into a beautiful view with its constructive abilities.  
I feel happy, and I am thankful.

For the beauty formed out of the disrupted range!  
To the beauty.  
To the love!

Cheers!

©shivpoetesspriya