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“A shout of ecstasy shakes the land of sadness, And the soul of light wants to erase the history of night. Every moment, a teacher, a guide, a sage in the voyage of life. If the soul has no light, even in sunlight, it loses the spirit of life. but with a soul of light, even at night, you see a thousand stars, exploding in the festival of light. There it begins, the play of galaxies in the midnight, For the soul has woken to the song of ecstasy, As the veins in deep, carry the rivers of light. Be the sun and the stars, so you will reach the shores of light in the wintry winds, in the dense nights, When sadness cloaks all around.”

“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”

“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.”

“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!”

“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.”

“When someone we love is now a memory, those memories become the pieces of who we are today. They are the chapters of our story, the unfinished melodies of yesterday, lingering in our depths. They live in the quiet nights that refuse to let go of those days. It is a name written in the sands, unwashed by the waves. To remember is not to cry to be silenced, but to relive the dear moments. Those memories are a doorway to yesterday, that till today remains alive through us, and our telling of the story.”

“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.”

“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 swelling 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.”

“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.”

“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 story 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.”