"Rain, Aren’t you my soul’s joyful tearsonly longing for the sky to be happy?"
- Munia Khan
"I miss you so much in these wee morning hours,when the depth of the night sets my spirit free.When the forest is dark, and there doesn’t have to be anything in the worldbut the beauty I pull out of it..."
- Edward Fahey
"She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh..."
- Dinesh Kumar Biran
"Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love."
- Ken Poirot