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“King of My Palace You are this heart's charm, and awake it is, in a thousand songs. Like the sun with faraway light, sometimes in sight, Sometimes, circled by the clouds, you, too, reside behind the veils. In this palace of mine, you are the lover, whose name I sing, For this mouth of mine shall never speak another name. You are the reason for every ache, you are the blush on sunset sky. You are the laughter that breaks the sky at dawn, You are the charm, eternal in lovers' hearts. You set this heart on fire, and the longing surges. For every moment brings wonders of light. In this palace of mine, you are the king of kings, Who conquered my heart. An eternal connection, unbroken, will remain, On my eyelashes, you bring the dew of morn, And when night falls, you turn my sighs into songs. So, I am a songmaker on earth, for in your light, Woken am I to the eternal charm. In my palace, you are the king Who brought wealth to my heart. This heart of mine, I shall never sell to the allure of earth. O Heart, gather his love-letters in the winds, for he writes them, one by one, and scatters them in the breeze. O Heart, remain faithful to this king, for this love burns every other desire, every ache into quivering ecstasy. 'I Sense My Thirst....Excerpt”

“I open my arms to gather splendor, to bring paradise to my heart, with windows of light, where stars will enter to wipe the dark, and a galaxy will set foot in my soul. I drink the dew of night, to be wild at heart, and sense the madness of midnight moments. With a drunken self, I am out in the dark, searching for the lamp in my soul. I turn not weary with the dark, but luminous, every moment.”

“Quiet Revolution Beautiful hearts carry the quiet revolution, a song in thick despair. Beautiful hearts are bold, for they bloom from a wild freedom. Beautiful hearts remember unremembered people, the forgotten memories, and fill the earth with the song of their souls. Beautiful hearts see glory in the gray, dig courage into ashes. Beautiful hearts carry the music, long after it is silenced. Beautiful hearts find wisdom in kneeling, not roaring. Beautiful hearts carry heaven in their hearts. Often, the world perceives them as lost and broken, for they behold glory in the grass and flowers, while others seek it in mansions and riches. Bless them, for dawn is alive in their hearts. Bless them, for they make music in this mundane world.”

“Whatever jasmines whispered to the breeze, brought sweets to the night, For there it dove, deep into the heart, The rush of scent, the poem of tenderness. Whatever the moon whispered to the breeze, brought blush to this face for it spread fields of roses, on the cheek. The doorway opened, and light leaped in. I became a grateful heart, hearing sweet whispers in this dark a night. In love, am I, with the one who made the affair of moon and night. In love, am I, with the one who made the affair of jasmines and night breeze.”

“he saddest beauty is that which was crushed before even it had a chance to unfold. The heart that held the song but didn't get a chance to sing, the dreams that linger in the quiet space of deep, knowing they will never find a way to the light. But ironically, someday they become the sweetest wine, filling the cup of some lost lover. Strangely enough, it becomes a muse for artists to create art that goes beyond time.”

“The saddest beauty is that which was crushed before even it had a chance to unfold. The heart that held the song but didn't get a chance to sing, the dreams that linger in the quiet space of deep, knowing they will never find a way to the light. But ironically, someday they become the sweetest wine, filling the cup of some lost lover. Strangely enough, it becomes a muse for artists to create art that goes beyond time.”

“Despite the waves of sadness, one must go out there and have a love affair with life. For, to the mind that is playful, every moment becomes a moment of festival, a journey to taste the fruit of life. Were it otherwise, the dew would never fall on the grass to make us fresh, the sun would never explode to fill us with light, the dusk would never paint the sky to awaken the lover in us and the moon would never blush in the deep night to call the poet in us.”

“Don't leave anything untouched, For today is already at the door but tomorrow is another story. Later on, dawn will be dusk and dusk will be night. Later on, those you once loved, might become a memory, Later on, the loved ones might be waiting on the other side. Later on, the spell might be broken, and love may lose its way. Later on, promises might not be honored. Later on, those you long to play with will grow old. Later on, those chairs where your kids once sat, will sit empty. Later on, the love of today might be some dried rose. Later on, the moments will become memories.”

“How can beauty take the form of conquest? How can we measure its depth by how many it has conquered? How can beauty be harsh and glaring, carrying nothing but the taste of victory? For beauty, in the truest sense, portrays the face of caring in an uncaring world. Beauty is the light of soul that keeps burning through the play of dawn and dark. The pain breaks and beauty blooms at the most ineffable cracks, where beauty and God are one.”

“Love is a shared journey as that of a mountain and a valley, a flower and the light, the moon and the night, each thirsty for one another in the silent trembling of lips. Love is that in which two halves melt to become one whole, the extraordinary that is unafraid to walk in the unknown. Love is that which ignites the power, seeded deep within. It reflects the virtue and the vice, the light and the dark in the moments of soul gazing. In the light of love, the dreams come to life, and every failure turns into conquest. Love is not about losing yourself in the madness but about finding how life-altering can be that madness!”

“Waves may crash on the solitary shores, yet those feelings remain unmoved. The scent of rain fills the air, and though memories tear the heart in two, my eyes hold the light of what once was. Many moons ago, we met, but something remains, untouched by time. Written in the sands is our story, unerased. Burning in the deep is the lamp of memories. Here I am, longing to find those days again, unbent by the sadness of centuries. Time did not leave it shaken, for this is love, the light of eternity.”