Every night that rains,

Is the heaven crying.

The stars behind the clouds,

Are lost in our past.

The centre of life,

Is the present.

What ever has squandered,

Finds its place in the heart.

The heart is my metaphor,

For the God that lives in you.

For my Beloved,

You will be my thoughts and words.

I may have lost you,

But you are the star in the past.

The present is a surprise,

For it never relies on the past.

Can there be an end to my love?

With the Universe my love expands.

Let my experience of your love,

Remain my life-force to live.

Rahul N Singh

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