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“In the depths of my longing, there comes the tides of love and a dream I once had as the sky breaks in the blush of a sunset. The hushed evening moments, how I devour it with the longing of a starving deep, to pen a poem with unflinching desire..pushing through what is unmet in this life and there comes the raw prose, the unfading emotions to surface that lived in my soul for ages.”

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“Quiet of The Wild Sea The explosion of longing, the calm in the wild seas, For the soul is a sailor, a ship in the stormy sea, one half of whose desires to rest, The other half yearns to voyage in the sea. O soul, 'why is longing a mix of danger and safety?' 'I see peace in the wild sea, a shelter in the storm.' So, I look out at the wild sea, For in the storm, I share with God, the wild days of life. There, I sense, my passionate heart. This heart, a ship moored, longs to fly on wild wings, For flying, I will find my wings of light. A ship, safely harbored, would remain futile, In the voyage of life. This heart would taste no wine of ecstasy. O heart, break, break, break every chain, that anchors me to the harbor. O heart, break, break, break every fetter, set me out in the wild sea. This safety is not my nest, my wild desire is. Sail, sail, sail through the turbulent sea, For there, I will sense my beloved, eternal. There, I will sense my eternal lover. In the storm is the bliss, in the wild, the peace. O, heart, this torment goes in the quiet space, Shall I rest or shall I sail? For such pleasure, there is, in this pain. such a mix it is of delight and fear. In the wild tides comes the peace, For this is a voyage with my beloved, The calm in a world of chaos. Ah! Is this a cry of pleasure or pain? Is this a storm and a shelter, at the same time? The whipping winds, the wild seas, yet the waves of passion call me wild. O, soul, is this a voyage in the sea, or a voyage of homecoming? O, soul, speak to me, speak to me now, in this stormy a moment, will I stay anchored, or will I set sail, faraway into the wild? 'I Sense My Thirst'...Excerpt Jayita Bhattacharjee”

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“Make peace with all the times you once traveled...Make peace with all the moments you have been through...Lay flowers at their memories...for they offer you the incense and honey of a soul so filled...Let them be..the singers of an old song....for they build the bones of the temple of your body...and in your soul..they bring the rivers of wisdom taking you toward the sea....”

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“How the sea pulls to the light our unfiltered emotions. How this moment calls us into a profound exploration of the soul leading to a self-discovery, where love clashes with whatever is ugly only to emerge with all that is pure and true. We wrestle with our own desires to discover our deepest longing...and we carry with us a newfound understanding of our deeps and it becomes a timeless search for what is real as the ache keeps us pushing through the tidal waves of life....”

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“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?”

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“The river runs through me, for the burst of rain from clouds atop, fell to the rivers that rushed to the sea. In it, was the dying of grief. How the clouds of torment die, so the river can rush! So, I float as the clouds of dark to break and become the flow of water. The waters of salt, now they are; the spring water after rain. So I become the mouth of a river longing to meet the sea. The stories buried in my depths, I give out to the world, where nothing remains unremembered.”

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“From Saltwater to Freshwater.... The river runs through me, for the burst of rain from clouds atop, fell to the rivers that rushed to the sea. In it, was the dying of grief. How the clouds of torment die, so the river can rush! So, I float as the clouds of dark to break and become the flow of water. The waters of salt, now they are; the spring water after rain. So I become the mouth of a river in a quiet murmur to the sea. The stories buried in my depths, I give out to the world, where nothing remains unremembered.”

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“From Saltwater to Freshwater.... The river runs through me, for the burst of rain from clouds atop, fell to the rivers that rushed to the sea. In it, was the dying of grief. How the clouds of torment die, so the river can rush! So, I float as the clouds of dark to break and become the flow of water. The waters of salt, now they are; the fresh water after rain. So I become the mouth of a river in a quiet murmur to the sea. The stories buried in my depths, I give out to the world, where nothing remains unremembered.”

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“How the Freshwater Flows The river runs through me, for the burst of rain from clouds atop, fell to the rivers that rushed to the sea. In it, was the dying of grief. How the clouds of torment die, so the river can rush! So, I float as the clouds of dark to break and become the flow of water. The waters of salt, now they are; the fresh water after rain. So I become the mouth of a river in a quiet murmur to the sea. The stories buried in my depths, I give out to the world, where nothing remains unremembered.”

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