(The poem might seem to be blasphemous or unholy...
Tell me oh lord why would i look up to you...

The vision brought me into light,
Out of the darkness engulfing...

Do you see the two children playing in the doll...
It is just you and me...

Paradise...

A forgotten tale comes back to haunt me,
It clouds my eyes and tears flow like the rain...

Love came to me, with her splendor,
Like an autumn breeze in silent whisper...

Is it just you or is it just me?
Or is it for both of us to see...

For whom do i write these poems?
These poems which bear the truth...

Like footsteps imprinted in transience,
Washed away by the relentless waves...

Since the hour i saw your li'l hand waving,
i knew the best part of my life was leaving...

I stare into the picture and I feel my heart...

Take a look at me and look me deep...