SWEETHEART
BY
RITTIK CHANDRA
Published by:
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Dedicated to the youth of the world
You are the evening cloud
floating in the sky of my dreams.
I paint you and fashion you ever
With my love longings.
You are my own, my own,
Dweller in my endless dreams!
Your feet are rosy-red
With the glow of my heart's desire,
Gleaner of my sunset songs!
Your lips are bitter-sweet
With the taste of my wine of pain.
You are my own, my own,
Dweller in my lonesome dreams!
With the shadow of my passion have
I darkened your eyes,
Haunter of the depth of my gaze!
I have caught you and wrapt you,
my love, in the net of my music.
You are my own, my own,
Dweller in my deathless dreams!
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.
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 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
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.
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.
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.