A lot of changes make man alive,to believe the past,present and foresee the Future.

When the door of Perception is wide opened in a human mind,he sought all the way around Universal Truth,let him understand,'whom to expect' and 'whom to Help.

To be crisp,in order to invent Beauty, you have to fly from the extreme end of your Imagination,and to reach there,you have to be alive with an urge for solitary travels,physically or mentally,where those experiences can give you a great Reflection on your Creativity.

The adventurous secrets of a feminine mind is still a mystery behind the bars.

Art lets man awake,so an Artist becomes an entertainer.

Oft times I write with my own blood in pain,a quick release of freedom to express well,the woes of past and present by views train;while my fancies unbar from my soul’s hall.

Its my sweet-lipped Passion:Art that drives me up to invent new smiles of Beauty,my wings are torn,and still it flies in search of Beauty.

Every second from Life,is an experimental trip,that teaches the physics of our sadness or happiness, leaving a tempest blow.

Why lamenting Nature, for you have done on Earth and high Heavens the most adorned works,your hues spread the jocund rainbow shine,and blissful thoughts of breeze are awakened,yet like a tainted maid,you droop and wept, sad below the bleak, barren fields, concealed from the steep views,that human kept,and a white cloud of peace in you dissolved.