Sometimes somebody walks into your life and everything changes. The colour of water changes from colourless to something else. Your pain changes into something worth sharing. Things change from normal to paranormal; yes; life stops just being life. Waking up in the morning makes more sense, the music of the birds at dawn sounds more sweeter. And I guess Faiz captured this well in his poem below. Take a moment and meditate upon the following words, and whisper a sincere thank-you for all the people in your life who make each day worth it.



Before you came things were just what they were:
the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,
the limit of what could be seen,
a glass of wine was no more than a glass of wine.

With you the world took on the spectrum
radiating from my heart: your eyes gold
as they open to me, slate the color
that falls each time I lost all hope.

With your advent roses burst into flame:
you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress
who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.
You lacquered the night black.

As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine:
one was my tear-drenched shirt,
the other an aching nerve,
the third a mirror that never reflected the same thing.

Now you are here again—stay with me.
This time things will fall into place;
the road can be the road,
the sky nothing but sky;
the glass of wine, as it should be, the glass of wine.