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Outer space… Though named for emptiness, What secrets might its boundless silence hold? Perhaps even the One who brought it into being Knows not the full extent of its unfathomable depths. We have heard whispers of the Creator, Yet never have our eyes beheld You. Perhaps You dwell beyond the farthest edge of the cosmos, Where even the light of eternity has never reached; Or perhaps You lie concealed in the silence of every atom, An unseen presence woven into the very fabric of existence. Worlds of light and worlds of darkness, Nebulae that dream, and stars that burn like eternity. What a magnificent kingdom of mysteries, What a wondrous realm of the unknown! There are places where time appears to lose its way, Where moments dissolve, and eternity seems to awaken. There, the very meaning of time grows uncertain, And the boundaries of reality begin to blur. Beyond the laws of the cosmos we have so carefully deciphered, Perhaps another order of existence silently unfolds. And yet, upon th...

The village is the heart where love resides, A home of warmth where happiness abides; A haven of welfare, peaceful and bright, A gentle shelter of joy and light. Oh, little dove that flies across the field, Seeking golden grains the green earth yields, Riding softly on the fragrant breeze, Sing the village song among the trees. Sing of the fields that stretch so wide, Where nature blooms in beauty and pride; Sing of the farmer who toils each day, While beads of sweat fall on his way. His hands embrace the faithful earth, And from the soil new life takes birth; He turns the humble soil to gold, With strength and courage, brave and bold. Even where the desert seems dry and bare, His tireless hands bring beauty there; Where once was dust beneath the sun, He makes a garden for everyone. Here the fields wear crowns of grain, Golden harvest after golden rain; The waving ears bring wealth to the land, A blessing born from the farmer’s hand. The harvest becomes the nation's gain, A source ...

  A thousand glowing embers start to gleam The moment evening settles around me, And somehow, in that quiet golden dream, I find your eyes in every light I see. I don't know when the evening became A place where I go searching for your face; Perhaps it happened the first time your name Turned an ordinary sunset into grace. The breeze tonight reminds me of your voice, So soft that even silence sounds like you; And though the world gives me a thousand choices, My heart still chooses what it always knew. You are the warmth I feel when daylight fades, The quiet thought that stays when others leave; The gentle comfort hiding in the shades, The little reason my tired heart believes. I watch the golden ripples on the sea, And every trembling reflection feels like A memory of you coming back to me, The way your presence makes my darkness bright. Sometimes I wish you were beside me here, So I could say the things I cannot say- How much your absence makes the silence dear, Because it gives m...

Let me tell you briefly what I saw When I climbed the majestic tower of iron. If you ever reach the heart of Paris, Look down upon the world and be amazed! Elevators glide swiftly up the latticed steel, As the bustle of the ground slowly fades away. Wide avenues fan out like spokes on a wheel, And the sprawling city unfolds beneath your feet. Toy-like cars and buses crawl along the roads, Tiny people walk through the distant streets. Grand limestone facades line the grand boulevards, Forming perfect geometric patterns in the light. From high above, the river Seine winds gently, A ribbon of silver cutting through the city, Spanned by elegant stone and iron bridges, Where tiny riverboats leave soft white wakes. Looking out toward the glowing horizon, Notre-Dame sits quietly upon its island, The Louvre stretches its ancient wings, And Sacré-Cœur shines bright atop its hill. When the evening arrives atop the tower, The air turns cool and the breeze blows free. A sea of golden lights begins...

Come closer now and let me tell you true, I am Mumbai, though Bombay lives here too. I’ve worn many names and survived them all, Born by the sea where no walls ever fall. Before the sun has opened up its eyes, I hear my screaming local trains arise. They carry thousands through the morning grey, Packed with the dreams of another long day. My roaring roads begin to wake and groan, With buses, trucks, and footsteps made of stone. I have no silence in the morning light, And so I have forgotten sleep at night. Look at my towers rising tall and grand, Where corporate giants rule across the land. But look beneath the shadow that they cast, Where tin-roof homes are built to hold and last. Inside those rooms the rain comes dripping through, Yet children play as if the world were new. I carry both the wealthy and the poor, And hold their contrasting lives at my door. Do not ask why I let such contrast stand, I am a city, not a judging hand. I see the woman scrubbing floor by floor, The child wi...

My lips grow still when you are near, My eyes look down, my heart beats clear. I have a thousand words to say, Yet shyness takes them all away. I cannot speak, I cannot smile, I only steal your glance awhile. But when you disappear from sight, My thoughts come alive in the quiet night. My heart begins a tender song, A melody that all along Was hiding deep inside of me, A song of love meant just for thee. And when I drift into my sleep, Your gentle dream comes sailing deep. You come like a lamp of gold, Through dreamland's skies, serene and bold. You take my hand and lead me far, Beyond the moon, beyond each star, Into a world where dreams come true- A little heaven made for two. So though my lips may never say The words my heart repeats each day, Perhaps my eyes will tell you true: This shy little heart belongs to you.