Enchanting silence of a frozen night,
Fading darkness of a deserted street lighted with yellowish street lamps.
These are the companions in my pursuit of writing a poem
No, not in writing but in forming of a poem.
A poem which will not be formed with petty ink
Rather, with the love rendering deep at my heart and with the ever freshening romanticism of first love.
My love for you is in no way ancient,
But I became a friend of you long before I became a friend of my own self.
All of a sudden you appeared in the whimsical horizon of my childish mind
From then I always...