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“A Story in the Ink "Can the past arise from the grave? If not, then what is in a story? A tale, a hallowed ground where silent memories still remain, the bones among the heaps of dust. 'Break, break, break!' it says, The story, to the sleeping tomb, and the ink falls, the spoken word, to bloom and blaze in oblivion. Beneath the soil, they lay asleep, But the trembling hands wove at last, There they woke, living voices, There they walked in a land of light.”

“Grief comes in tides, dark shadows in deep, A sudden, silent gulf where timeless treasures sleep, A hole, it tears, a hole that will never fill, And begs us to keep living, when joy has come to an end. The dark, dark path, deep in the woods, With heavy hearts, we walk, burnt in grief. In the achiest of ache, the quiet, pushing pain, for memories rise, like sunlight after rain. The times we once shared, a thread of radiant gold, Stretched, not torn, a story yet to be told, The grief-wet eyes, in the dark, dark days, Now they see the dawn-filled sky, for deep in the soul, a flower has opened, in the stream of tears, watering the soil. For those truly loved, no death can touch, those once held, no death can steal, They live in the deep, in the flowering of memories.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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!”