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“You will never be drawn to my world and I will never be drawn to your world, and that's what keeps us emotionally disconnected. I wander in a world of still waters and starry skies and you wander in the world of sophistication and class, power and politics. I speak the language of moon and stars and You speak the language of assets and ownership, and that's what will keep us emotionally unpaired.”

“Why is silence so beautiful? Tell me why. For the light that rises from the soundless world, fills you with an ocean of light, turning you into a seeker, and a visionary. Why is silence so ecstatic? Tell me why. For in the silence is the moon, whispering to the night; in the wordless world are the stars, lighting the sky, calling you to be a lover, and a dreamer in this soundless a dark. Why is silence so maddening? Tell me why. For silence softly bites your lips, and turns you into a lover in spell, with lips trembling at the beauty of an unknown world, the one simply fathomless.”

“Why is silence so beautiful? Tell me why. For the light that rises from the soundless world, fills you with an ocean of light, turning you into a seeker and a visionary. Why is silence so ecstatic? Tell me why. For in the silence is the moon, whisperimg tovthe night, in the wordless world are the stars, lighting the sky, calling you to be a lover. A dreamer in this soundless a dark. Why is silence so maddening? Tell me why. For silence softly bites your lips, and turns you into a lover in spell, with lips trembling at the beauty of an unknown world, the one simply fathomless.”

“Every moment, the sun bursts forth, Every moment, the moon bathes the night, for the mist melts in the longing. Every moment, roses are opening, and nightingales fly wild, for this is the fragrance that drowns the earth; the scent of love, the euphoria on earth. The musical breeze, parrots hear everywhere, The harp cries, and melodies fill the air. This is the pulse of love, a burning heart feels. Is this the light I have sought all along?”

“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?”

“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 night. 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 longing. 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.”

“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 longing. 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.”

“The dandelion, a wild yellow blossom, a splash of pure gold, holds a story untold. It is a sun in the grass, holding joy and youth, in full bloom, opening in cracks. Then comes the time for change, and it becomes the white seedhead, the moon, a moment of ripeness and reflection. Then the dandelion breaks to be windblown seeds, the stars scattered across the sky. This is the story of ultimate transformation, where seeds break loose to begin their own journeys anew elsewhere. From seed to a flower and seed again.”

“So I loved you, to be fully alive, to sense my life before its over; to explore the places of my deep where feelings become music and moments turn into sonnets; So I desired you, to take birth again, to find joy in the womb of dark; to root both feet into the ground, yet to fly in the air; to explore our depths out of which love would spring as a sea of light; to feel the moment when our eyes would meet as sunlight kisses the waves; to sense the madness when our lips would meet as moonlight fills the night; to cut through all the impermanence, and sense one moment of eternity.”

“To live is to flourish through the bends of an unforgiving life. The roads, as they wind and unwind, bring forth the wisdom that is to be understood, the risks of not living fully or a life half-lived. The merry hearts in woeful seasons are gifts to be bestowed in the fire of life, and wisdom is to be found in the ocean-deep eyes. Let laughter tear the darkness that came, let moonlight shine, tearing the night, for in the end it will remain as pearls.”

“Despite the despair and sadness, one must go out there and have a love affair with life. To the playful mind, every moment is a moment of festival, a journey to taste the fruit of life. Were it otherwise, the dew of heaven would never make us fresh, the sun would never burst to fill us with light, dusk would never paint the sky to awaken the lover in us, and the moon would never blush at night to call the poet in us.”