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“Before your voice drowns, And your eyes lose the light, Before your soul loses the song, Write! Before the flower fields, lose the scent, before the light of sky is covered by clouds, before the birdsongs dim in the sky, Write! Before you lose your ecstasy, hurled into a sea of loneliness, Before fate comes to take you away from the voice of your soul, Before you lose faith in beauty and eternity, Write! Before you drown in a sea of sadness, Before clouds gather and bring the rain, Before melancholy grips you tight, And you cannot recognize yourself, Before delights turn into thorns, And flowers lose their scent, Write!”

“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.”

“Without the dark, we would not be light. Every agony- does it bring the letter of ecstasy? As stones are shaped by the waves, For the sea, in motion, beats the stones, turning them into pebbles of stories of hardness and softness, How the swirl of sea, dulled the hardness, And now, though stones, they are, Yet tender remains, of ancient ages. We, too, are beaten in the pit of dark, Who wept in the valley for ages and ages, But now, a sun of light, an orb of gold.”

“Ever heard the story of discovery, of dawn after night. How the waterfall sings ecstasy to a broken heart! The night woven with fears and the heart stitched with trembling, Is curious to find what tomorrow may bring. Weeping and sighing, you fall asleep, And out steps the dawn from the womb of night. There, dawn the visitor, arrives with a gift. What gift is it? O, Heart, You see, a cup of gold. The weeping being comes quietly, with wonder in the eyes. She brushed away the teardrops that fell in the night. Oh! What wealth you brought to this begging heart of mine? From the curled clouds came the laughter, ‘I am the opening dawn, I am the paradise behind the night.’ The begging heart now sheds drops of joy. ‘Oh! But I thought the sun descended into eternity!’ Dawn exclaimed. “O, Heart, the sun only sank to pull out the gold, For the world to behold!” The seed of light fell in the soil to rise as a tree and surprise the world, Sun too, came out with a land of gold, For on the other side of night, is the land of paradise. Everything that dies returns with a gift. O Heart, do not weep, for this is the life of coming and going, Yet leaving behind a scent of eternity.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Change versus Transformation-- Change comes when something new just begins...but Transformation comes after an upheaval that tragically alters your life when something or someone you hold close is taken away from you..and you either turn bitter or are called to be transformed in your deep... Transformation comes when uprooted inside..you either drown in the sea or swim hard to make it to the shores...The drive to reach the shores makes you transform in your depths.... However, transformation is accompanied by change but change is not always accompanied by transformation....Transformation comes out of a moral impulse but change is unrelated to anything moral...”