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“It was a moment of despair, it was a moment of dream when one chapter ended, so another could begin....It was a moment of darkness, it was a moment of light when the night ended so dawn could show its face...It was the finest of emotions, it was the coarsest of feelings when you released what tormented you yet delighted you at the same time....It was a moment of tearing, it was a moment of meeting when the old self fell into pieces so the new self could reveal its light....”

“It was a moment of despair, it was a moment of dream...when one chapter ended, so another could begin. It was a moment of darkness, it was a moment of light when the night ended so dawn could show its face. It was the finest of emotions, it was the coarsest of feelings when you released what tormented you yet delighted you at the same time. It was the moment of tearing, it was the moment of meeting...when the old self fell into pieces and the new one revealed in light..”

“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.”

“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.”

“In her heart, she carries a river of memories, Those unforgotten years, weaving through time. In her eyes is the light of those unerased days, strong as stars in the sky. When wild winds blow, Wild is she, as memories escort her on the dance floor of meadows. Her songs that touched the earth, are woven from the lyrics of the dust where her loved ones are now asleep. So she carries it, a river of memories, the living walkway, the ripples of light between what once was and what now is.”

“When torment tears me inside, And I sense autumn as a melancholic rain, There I wonder, what shall I do with the grief so dense? So I say to this soul of mine, This earth I love, will reveal new pathways. And so I open as a flower in the scent of rain, Make music out of memories that remain. I climb to the peaks, kissing the sky, Longing to speak of the strength they hold, I rush to the rivers, melodious in flow, And sense music in the ripples, when wild winds blow. I search for the stars when the night spread over earth, Unafraid of dark, looking up at the sky. When morning laughs lazily over the meadows, The daffodils I watch, spreading gold on the fields. When time rolls by and sunset kisses the sky, I fill my soul with the cup of crimson. When night steals the earth, and darkness comes down, The memories I weave, into the flowers of light.”

“Someday you will come back to find yourself, to sit in the space where wild winds blow and rivers flow, where raindrops fall in the quiet night and every wound will get tender. Someday, you will come back beneath the open skies to find laughter in your soul. Someday you will realize, though you've walked miles and miles in search of light, the only light that remains, is the light of soul.”