O beloved, you are my season.
Now that I have figured this out.
I see all my seasons have gone.

I liked a particular song and wanted to avoid touching the chords of my heart so as not to disturb that song and its tune.

Please don't ask what made my pain. What elements made such feelings?
When our minds are stuck, our hearts get stuck, too.
Tears may be the result here!

I hope the music heals and makes you soft.
I hope you heal and sing your worries away.
I hope you feel your heart singing along with the music and be happy.

Please don't ask me what made my anger.
The water. It is like water. Ready to wash off oneself!

I hope you always heal, especially when you struggle to let go of things.
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Mother, when I see you in my heart,  
I miss you.  
Mother, when I feel you in my heart,  
I kiss your feet.  
I miss you and kiss your feet.  

Mother, when I saw the moistened eyes surrounded by the wet petals of your gaze,  
I couldn't sense what was wrong.  
How did I miss them, and where did I miss them?  

Mother, when I sensed those tears,  
I struggled to feel and to accept something in me and to change, but where did I miss them?  
Where did I miss them?  

The want to feel you in my heart swept over like lightning  
and returned when it was dark; it was then that I missed you.  
The dark is a deep color; I couldn't see you.  
But I felt those tears.  
And I still miss you.  
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Is it possible for anything to grow solely based on wanting your gaze?
Will the weak rooting inside grow with the filamentary feelings of wanting your gaze?

If it can, let me know about my intention,
then there is a chance I can plunge into to be closer to you.

With what light shall I carry this dive?
With what hope?
I feel the intentions are aware of not receiving your gaze, which is my base and rooting.
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I wonder if this desire and the bond that I feel in my heart—a bond that feels like a bond of mother and child—will ever be fulfilled. But you are always more than a mother, aren't you?

Mothers are even termed superior to any gods.

Then, if you are more than a mother, what should it be in my heart?

Let it be goodness, as it is the only thing that saves us from trouble!

But this bond is empty, I feel.

What bond is that? Where there is no attachment or feelings?

What keeps you moving on? It is painful when you choose not to look at me even though you can. It is always this madness, and I refer to it as pain!

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This meaninglessness seems to be ethereal

O undescribable yenning,
what kind of sorrow is required
to restore my efforts at the
beginning of this phase which is
successively filled with anaglyptical structures of my emotions!

I don’t know the greatness of any
indistinct situation but can feel the
cognatic soul!
Somehow this imperturbability is very heartfelt and wants to sway with you.
I know there is some kind of
happiness in your form
which is keen to enjoy my
bond with you.
-This aura of love loves me.

Shivpriya
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Tumi āmāra manēra mā!

I have my parents heart inside me!
They keep dwelling on the importance
of their forthrightly solemn affirmation!

Help me not be in strenuous struggle with the constraining reasonability and logical forcedness.

Help me to be discreet so that I can cheerfully bow down to thee and carry the prayer in my heart!
-Tumi sabacēẏē madhura!
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Notes: Tumi āmāra manēra mā means
Mother, you are in the heart!
Tumi sabacēẏē madhura means
You are the sweetest!

Shivpriya
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Did you try to learn me?  
Too soon, it became a song of goodbye.  

Did I eavesdrop on your conversation?  

Did you try to learn me then?  
What would I do without these creative colors?  

I feel a yellow at the heart's center.  
I feel a pink from your tune in my heart.  
I feel a green river of your sound within me.  

I feel bluer, bluer when you appear so close to me.  

But please tell,  
Did you try to learn me?  

Yesterday, I felt the brightest light within me.  

I didn't know if I had eavesdropped on your conversation, but you took care of the flying doubts with your alerting whack!  
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Reciprocating the thankfulness.

I know it is sighed heart which is learning to grow up.
It is on the move with a smile cladded in lyrics of a forgotten tune.

O melancholy piano music,
O bittersweet music,
O soulful piano music,
O aching string music,
O low emotional music!

I have seen your gnawing sadness and have felt your sincere creativity.
The perpetual ability to notice your credibility is hastening my mind to be
more quick.

Please come and don't delay in giving me your transparent hug!


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O my sapling,  
let's stay grounded to feel the roots.  
I know it gets blurred.  
In that blur, I try to understand,  
I try my best,  
before it gets too late or early.  

O my sapling, let's stand amongst the flowers,  
shielding against the storm of heaviness.  
More like heavy emotions.  
I know it gets blurred everywhere.  
But it is okay, as something is moving.  
It moves as it touches something within and comes out movingly.  

The feelings within me were growling, so I whispered to them and wept softly with warmth in my feelings.  
My heart feels like it's rolling.  

O dear sapling, let's take a nap to feel our roots.  
The turmoil of feeling is deep, and my heart keeps rolling.  

O heartening care,  
let me not become closed off.  
Let me feel the downpour.  
I need you,  
for my heart keeps rolling with  
the heavy pouring inside,  
and I feel drenched.  

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This unfed breath feels the blessedness of reciting  
the poems about your hearty leanness  
that cannot be empty of loyalty.  

Your guardable luminary is  
sentinelled with spangly patience.  

I need you in my days  
of laughing and crying.  
Your enamored grin always  
helps me to move on.  

It provides an indefeasible crest of  
devotion, dealing with all the locus of control.  

An entrée of your elaborated  
gamut keeps my hope alive.  

The flight of yearning and  
longing tears away  
all my grief.  
To make a combination with this,  
can you create a circular path on  
the surface to protect my babylike lamentations?  

Your voice, as usual, shines off  
the revolving solidarity around my heart and its poetic hope.  
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Ye ragini besudh nahi

Aaj mera ye udaas mijaaz
ka upadeshak dhoondh
raha tha virah ki raaton ko,
lekin naa- umeedon ne
use nahi diya koi sukoon!

Dheere dheere arj kar-kar ke
jab bheeg gaya tha ye dil!
Tab ek anokhi kshamata sirf
aajamaane ke lie, nahi chaahati
thi kissi sitam ko rijhaana!

Maana ki hai ye ek anubhav,
jo ki ban chuka hai garam ashk
aur taiyaar hai in aankhon ko
bharane ke lie! Par hum nahi
chaahate koi guzaree hui raahon
ko dhona!

Isiliye agar tumhe yaad
aaye kissi pratishth hunar ki,
toh apna muskuraata hua
chehara humaare paas jaroor laana!

Kyuki tum phir chhu paaoge,
is dil ke dilaasa bhare shabdon ko!


-Shivpriya
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You never fail to touch my
heart with your vulnerary
vibrating eyes...

O moon lover!
I feel like touching your
laughter when you laugh!

O lover of mankind!
I feel like touching
your grace.....

O beautiful lover!
I feel like touching your
power of embrace....

- I am solitarily immersed in you!
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Your beatific smile is a blessedly beam of hope in my life.

O my loyal bound, be my
faith healer.

Help me to wipe away
my tears and to carry
on through,
despite hardships.

Help me to strengthen
my mind for enduring
the pain or adversity
with courage!

Let this rising sun,
shine in all the directions
for all the new beginnings!

Please lead and guide me
in this prayer.

- My heart's sotto voce prayer!

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O light-ful  origin of communication,
please let me know your self-adjusting joy
because I don’t want to forsake this
hope that holds my indomitable
spirit and life together.

I wish to sing imperviously to all the odds!

O Radha-kanta!
You are so faithful!
Please help me to
remain very close to you...
Save me from the beseeching calls of
a gloomiest empire. It is always ready
to enmesh me into its disheartenment.

O Gopika-kanta!
Be the lover inside me and
in the love form too...
You are the enchanter!
When you keep me safe inside your heart, I feel that
I can always be a daring brave soul!
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If I look at my right,
I know I'm going to miss you looking at me.
I will surely miss you when you look at me in my old place.
Because the heart always goes back to an old place.

Will you leave me alone there?

If I look at my right, I know I will have to tell myself to ignore that you are ignoring me, and despite you ignoring me, I will have to keep up my feelings for you.

Why.

The reason is intact with me.
Does a selfish heart have a reason?
The reason that you always see me?

A selfish heart will no longer be a selfish heart then.
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Your high-souled smile!

You direct the basic force
of my heart’s attraction
and repulsing capacity
with your tuneful love,
which is so pleasing
as magnolia!

I agree it is one of the surrealist
and magnifico kind which
has all the dreamlike things
presented in impossible situations,
but I still remember how you
looked at me and the feeling
which I get from it is never
enough!

Does it cause you any pain to be
my god or well-wisher?
I know you can hear me!
You are an ennobler and
emending listener!

Shivpriya
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Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
You live in your world without knowing my feelings for you.

I feel bluer as this bridge of understanding and realization turns rosier!

I can feel you smiling by looking at the stars when I see you. I cherish it as my gift, a residue of your memories.

Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
I see you looking up at the stars with a smile, and I consider it a residual gift of your memories.

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