kamand

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

Grace is neither gentleness nor fragility. Grace is treating yourself, others, and even inanimate objects with respect.

At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.

I have become intoxicated again.You are such a potent wine, my friend.To escape your withdrawal effects,tomorrow I will drink in excess.Alas, why make me love?I was aware, conscious, and sensible before.I am ill by cause of this illusion.The devil plays tricks on me more and more.I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will.Your score, the nightingale song withinnotes composed to imprison and bear me wings.Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!I am now beyond parched.My strings left untouched.You are no longer an oasis, my friend,but a mirage soon coming to an end.

Fell in love first,Fell in love quickly__ike I was pushed.Fell in love next,Fell in love slowly__ike I was strolling.Falling in love now And feeling crazy.Thinking of closing my eyesAnd jumping.

I call you my soulmate because I lost myself in you and then found myself through you. Sure, when you are gone, I will be a fraction but the common denominator has always been me.

Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light.

Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally.

Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?

Let us give thanks for our shadowsfor they are there in the first placebecause of the presence of light.

Sometimes a writer simply finds new ways of saying what has already been said because, ultimately, truth is unoriginal.

Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.

I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of love. I feel a universe of light. Tonight, I am with old friends and we are returning home. The moon is our witness.

We grow old judging othersAnd ourselvesUntil life humbles usAnd makes scared children of usLonging to hold another__ handTo hear their kind words And witness their kind deeds done on our behalf.But like children,We sabotage everythingFor nothing satisfies usUntil life crumbles usAnd we are no more.

You have to be transparent so you no longer cast a shadow but instead let the light pass through you.

A spark of every fire we seek is already within us.

I have died at the ripe age of twenty.Smile, for the world didn't get a chance to disappoint me.I have died at the mature age of ninety.Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.I have died suddenly__ut of the blue.Smile, for I didn't have to fall ill before you.I have died from a long illness.Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.I did not want to leave this Earth.But smile, for I am still here among you.Why are you crying?Can you not see I am smiling?

What you choose also chooses you.