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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”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“They say: I love you. But in poetry, I say: In hour soul, I see a moon in the dark nights of my life. Drunk with the moonlihht, I weave the songs of light in those hollow times. Oh how I trace your love as the tender kiss of moon in the dark, for in your soul is the pearl of light that I wear around my neck, in the saddest hours. And a world of laughter opens when melancholy strikes high.”

“They say: I love you. But in poetry, I say: In your soul, I see a moonrise in the dark nights of my life. Drunk with the moonglow, I weave the songs of light in those hollow times. Oh how I sense your love as the kiss of moon in the hollow hours, for in your gaze is the pearl of light that I wear around my neck when my eyes cry an ocean. And a world of laughter opens when melancholy strikes high.”

“Come, sit beside me. We won't speak, instead, we will let the unspoken create us. In the quiet of night, we will let our hearts whisper to each other, feeling the deepest intimacy. We will mingle in the rhythm of our breaths, sensing light in the dark night. Remaining unspoken, our emotions will speak of our depths. Entering the mystical, we will drift into the land of light that will make the music of harmony; eternally, it will surpass the 'you' and 'me,' and create 'us' .”

“As memories flower, it means, they have carried something of the times we once had; that they have carried the nights when I saw stars in your eyes: that they have carried the days when I saw the sea dancing in your soul; that those flowers of memories carried the seeds of who I was to you or who you were to me. And though eons have passed between then and now, somewhere, somehow, the whispers we made from the hearts, still drift in the winds; it means, not all things die but float as songs, in the evening breeze.”

“Let me tell you about the dawn, the birds, and the opening buds, so you will feel hope in your veins; Let me tell you about the sunsets, the stars, and the whispers of night, so you will sense love in your deep; Let me tell you about the flowers that refuse to die even on the desert sands, and you will know endurance in your bones; Let me tell you about the love affair of sunset and sunrise, so you will know, that night only melts to mingle with the day. Let me tell you, this is the grand love affair of something called life.”

“Go into the depths of your longing. Let it fill you with awe and tear you apart with terror for beauty comes with fright as light with darkness, drought with rain. This is the grand, sublime, powerful force of life where dreams and despair coexist filling life with aliveness and meaning, youth and ripeness. It is then that beauty and terror interplay to transcend life's storms, pulling into light something so utterly beautiful...”

“There comes your desperate plea to live again, for you know, time is passing like a river, and nothing ever will stay the same. There comes your burning desire to dream again, to love again, for one more time, but God only gives you one chance to live it right. And when things are blazing deep inside, you take out the blank paper where drops the silent ink. There it is ..the flames of your heart, in the shape of a love letter, or an etched flower of your deep. What is profound never really dies. It only changes the form.. from one to another. There comes the power of transformation...”