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“Can you imagine a longing which is not for victory but the face of night, where the moon is aching to light the sky? What if a real thirst is not for the prize to be won, but for the song of night, when lovers whisper to one another's ears? What if, it is a longing for a language that the rivers speak to the sea? What if, joy is not in the conquest but in the quiet unfolding of a greater mystery? What if, a desire is not for the pleasures, but for knowing, how flowers give more of them, emptying them of every scent, only to be filled with the joy of giving? What if, the only longing is to know how waves come home to the shores, and write the story of the sea? How lovers rest in one another's eyes, to melt in the gaze of eternity?”

“This is not the haze that has clouded your eyes for the first time...neither it is the fog that will mystify you for the last ....for a thirst so fierce dries your lips....for a mouthful of melodies....the thirst that overpowers every loss....like the honey that smoothens the sharpest of edges....so your lips can live with songs and not scars.....so dawn will show unannounced in the thickest of dark....so you will heal as you kiss your wounds....as you pick up what is left of the broken promises....and wishes that remain unfulfilled.....so you will press those pieces like roses between the pages....and every tear will turn to a sonnet...so in the dark.... if you collapse into a powerlessness...you will still remain.....with lips full of lyrics.....”

“For what is eternal......Speak to me of it.... That which emerges ....through the thick drizzle of grief.....for you find your way...and sense what you seek.....for the charm remains formless....in the silence that is soundless.....as it resounds ...amidst the mountains........and emerges through the vales.....for what is truly beautiful never really dies....rather stays as a pure spring of delight......”

“To the ocean in thy soul, the world is a tiny well. Joy has waned in the dying of sun, for your mouth has uttered, one last time. The world seems a desert now, And every thrush has lost its song. All that remains are echoes over sands, And the night weeps for its gem of pearl. O Beloved, you, the candle in the silent dark, Your eyes have closed, and light has gone, And all that remains are my sighs and verses. The earth, once full of scented blossoms, Is now only a desert. All I see, an oasis of memories. This heart of mine, once drunk of love, now only drinks of memories. Thy scent of soul, in my heart, sleeps, There it is, a flower of those years.”