ROMANTICISM
ROMANTICISM
BY
RITTIK CHANDRA
© All rights reserved by RITTIK CHANDRA
Dedicated to the youth of the world
You are beautiful, so beautiful
You are a silent moonshine
Some delicacy or some angel.
You are beautiful, so beautiful.
You are happiness,
You are shyness,
You are faith,
You are intoxication.
You are beautiful, so beautiful.
You are charming,
You are enhancing,
Or some god’s gift.
You are beautiful, so beautiful.
Your Silent eyes, like a plea,
Your speech, like a prayer.
You are present everywhere
Yet still remain so far away.
You are beautiful, so beautiful.
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.
Sky in your eyes
My heart, the bird of the wilderness,
Has found its sky in your eyes.
They are the cradle of the morning,
They are the kingdom of the stars.
My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky, In its lonely immensity.
Let me but cleave its clouds
And spread wings in its sunshine.
From My Heart
Thank you for your love
Your sweet and gentle ways.
You touch my heart a million times
Every single day.
You fill me up,
With pure and absolute happiness.
For me, you’ll always be the one
I am certain of this.
I’ve never known a love more true
Than this unique and special thing
I’ve got right here with you.
Fortune in Your Hands
Luck, you have to make
Chances, you have to create.
Opportunities will never wait
Tomorrow lies in your own hands.
Things are in your range Fight hard and claim.
Future you have to change
You have to make both ends meet.
Running away will not help
Will power depend on self.
In past, no matter
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: RITTIK CHANDRA
Bildmaterialien: RITTIK CHANDRA
Lektorat: RITTIK CHANDRA
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.06.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-2295-5
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