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.

Art sincerely obeys a mind,who is willing to tame a Wild Stone to mould a desired Shape.

To live in that Solitary world,is like the more you have lived for poetic Beauty.

When Beauty evokes an ethereal, colourful art,as it paints a material or a body,to render an Earthly wish,as its mesmerizing shapes give a fanciful glow for the smile lost Poetic hearts,ah! yet wonder,how we wander high!

A Beauty can count myriad gifts by Nature, as well as fear.

Always a frail mind,to Live,I must act this inevitable play of life:'The LIving Death',the deranging and perplexing scenes are in it! Ah!let me not exit the World's STAGE, in silence, leaving the Nature's serene music,my Muse and the Beauty of MANYImaginary dreams.

Full of deep insight,the nature gives me to write boldly without the temptation,that lurks behind the draperies of fame,and pause not I with wings of perception.