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“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.”

“I love you in a way where time forgets all boundaries, where love is not measured by memories that remain or tomorrow hanging on the thread. I love you in a way the quiet river sings, flowing from a longing too deep, for this feeling of mine is untouched by the seasons and storms, life may bring. I love you in a way these eyes love the faraway rose, opening on a branch, and blossoming to the world. I love you in a way, so you may set fire in this depth of mine when winter kills every dream. I love you in a way when your name sets me ablaze to write a poem in the pages of my heart. I love you in a way where these eyes of mine keep gazing at the moon on a love-laden night.”

“When the stars swim in the sea of night, opening in the dark as silver blossoms, there's life in the veins, sending shoots of thrill. This is the light, shouting in the dark, to sense ecstasy, while still alive. This is the thrust from the lifeless to life, telling us, we are more than a body, more than a flesh. This is when the burning begins for something of the otherworld.”

“I am longing for you, for this moment, when daylight dissolves in the crimson blush of sky, when poetry comes to kiss our souls. I am longing for you, for this moment when daylight melts in the kiss of night, when the sun softens a little in the thirsty gaze of moon. I am longing for you, for this moment when the day pauses a little to give in to the inviting arms of night, so you and I can melt in the flames of feelings. I am longing for you, for this moment when daylight wonders, should it be bold like the garish gold, or should it soften as the moon, the pearl in the sea of dark.”