How meaningless life appears to be  
When Love withdraws its comforting ray;  
Harmony turns into entropy . . .
Chaotic impulses have their way

Though the sun rose to announce the day,
It matters not that it rose at all!
Darkness prevails when Love goes astray,
The shore weeps, though the tides rise and fall

Should a deluge submerge hill and dale,
Then oceans be scorched by the sun's breath,
Without Love, such calamities pale
When compared to solitude's slow death

Nowhere else in the vast universe
Can the harmony of Love be found;
So at every chance let us rehearse
Love's sweet symphony - Let it resound!

For Love is all that really matters --
And there is no doubt that life is grand
When that wall of loneliness shatters,
And Love walks beside us, hand in hand

I find my sorrows to be lightened
When I sing of things that grieve my heart;
When the threat of despair is heightened,
It is then my feeble warblings start;
At first, notes take off like birds, frightened
By a storm, as to and fro they dart

But soon my refrains flow like a stream,
Weakening the throbbing pulse of grief;
One by one they fade into a dream,
Bringing to my heart blessed relief;
But how I tire of altering Life's scheme,
Rustling its script like a petty thief

It's not joy that causes me to sing,
(Heaven sighs when my songs reach its spheres)
With each note, another tear takes wing,
Each song freeing pent up woes and fears;
Without song,  profound would be the sting
Of Love's cruel deceit when it appears

And if the strains of a mournful song
Escape from my windows late at night,
My heart's remembering some grievous wrong --
A melody helps the pain take flight;
Never has my heart feigned to be strong,
A frail warrior, it yields to its plight

But my tears alone cannot atone
For the wretched pain life sends each day;
When buds of loneliness are full-blown,
I weave each bloom into a bouquet;
With arms filled with flowers I walk alone,
Composing new songs along the way

It was during my childhood,
May be at the age of nine,
I experienced something unusual,
Something difficult to define

I was sitting on my terrace,
Probably around evening five,
Suddenly I felt one with the universe,
I was amazed as I was too naive

I felt everything is connected,
I felt a strange vibration,
I didn't know how to articulate it,
Couldn't give my experience any expression

Now after so many years later,
I try hard to repeat the experience,
But never can I connect again
To that higher intelligence.

In the unknown dark abyss of mind,
When gloom and frustration twined
Which you oftentimes couldn't escape -
Those things clothed in black drape

And into the mind's deep recess
In which you have so little access
Where resides stress or depression -
That causes an upheaval in emotion

If only you can have strict control,
Keep negative thoughts on a patrol,
And your mind gains immense clarity -
These are an evolved person's quality

And this is also unquestionably true,
Strength and abilities are within you.

This year,
I shall set myself free -

I Will set myself free
from the old habits
that hinder growth,

I Will set myself free
from the doubts
that plague me,

I Will set myself free
from the prejudices
that restrict the mind,

I Will set myself free
to live life fervently.

words,
how inadequate they are
to express the intense emotions.

words,
how ineffective they are
to share the deepest thoughts.

words,
how insufficient they are
to convey the innermost feelings.

words
become insignificant
when intimacy grows.

If I could have you back
for just one day,
I’d tell you all the things
I never did say…

I’d tell you I love you
and that I always will,
I’d tell you all my joys
even my little thrills.

I’d tell you my dreams
and sadness’s too,
I’d tell you my dark secrets
that you never knew…

I’d tell you about the love
deep in my heart,
I’d tell you of the day
I was torn apart…

I’d tell you how I miss you
and wish you were here,
I’d tell you everything
I hold so dear…

If I could have you back
for just one day,
I’d find a way
to continue the stay…
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