Amongst ocean of dreams:
Why do I see silhouette of you? Again and again …
... Though you are far, away never to be seen.
Why unseen force drag me to see your gifted art;
I don’t blame you beauty that rob my sight.
I charge my good eyesight that saw artful beauty in you.
It is good to blind, for them all are same.
I not that lucky, sorry I saw you…
Having text conversation let me immense pleasure.
What, if I have blissful conversation with you??
Your depictions craze me.
What will happen if you are in front of me??
Will I melt or will I be buried….
Though you are my far away damsel,
I can still see you ……
