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“Those we lose are never forgotten.. The ache remains, and no time can wipe the ache. When memories rush, they will cut you inside, and the river will freeze, but while breaking inside, you learn to live again, taking love and loss together, in your depths. Tides of time will come and leave, the quiet ache will soften, but footprints will remain of those who once lived. But the truth is, while grieving, you break and make at the same time. Grief breaks bit by bit, and the river flows, transforming you along the way. Where love once was, there, memories rush, and you make music out of them, holding them in your song. Grief, as it breaks, makes you flow with it, and so you build, making something beautiful with the memories, while flowing in the river of grief. This breaking and making becomes a journey of remembrance and honoring those who once came into our lives. Along the way, you learn how to carry the loss, yet live a life beyond the loss into the light.”

“A shout of ecstasy shakes the land of sadness, And the soul of light wants to erase the history of night. Every moment, a teacher, a guide, a sage in the voyage of life. If the soul has no light, even in sunlight, it loses the spirit of life. but with a soul of light, even at night, you see a thousand stars, exploding in the festival of light. There it begins, the play of galaxies in the midnight, For the soul has woken to the song of ecstasy, As the veins in deep, carry the rivers of light. Be the sun and the stars, so you will reach the shores of light in the wintry winds, in the dense nights, When sadness cloaks all around.”

“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.”