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“Gaze deeply as the sky unfolds from daylight into crimson. Remain in awe at how the sky blushes as the sun leaves its farewell touch behind. Like the unfolding of day and night, you too unfold from season to season, moment to moment. Who you were a day ago is altered into who you are now. Who you are today will be altered into who you will be tomorrow. This alteration brings in the metamorphosis of the soul.”

“I open my arms to gather splendor, to bring paradise to my heart, with windows of light, where stars will enter to wipe the dark, and a galaxy will set foot in my soul. I drink the dew of night, to be wild at heart, and sense the madness of midnight moments. With a drunken self, I am out in the dark, searching for the lamp in my soul. I turn not weary with the dark, but luminous, every moment.”

“Whatever jasmines whispered to the breeze, brought sweets to the night, For there it dove, deep into the heart, The rush of scent, the poem of tenderness. Whatever the moon whispered to the breeze, brought blush to this face for it spread fields of roses, on the cheek. The doorway opened, and light leaped in. I became a grateful heart, hearing sweet whispers in this dark a night. In love, am I, with the one who made the affair of moon and night. In love, am I, with the one who made the affair of jasmines and night breeze.”

“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.”

“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.”