ix
Many a times, I caught those glances
Were they part of rhythm and blues?
I thought the solitary strobe dances
A playful mood of smoke and hues.

x
Once we were alone that night
      You asked me simple questions.
Stillness, I felt in my heart
      Truthful answers, not intentions.

xi
I am a simple man of simple words
      Speechless, but not absurd.
It is the simplicity that I long
      Of a lovely singer not the song.

xii
All the time, my eyes would convey
      A rhetoric of admiring gazes.
Of words I longed to say
      A mixture of unutterable phrases.