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.

I have to be the man missing and musing much, love less and love breaking, hard times let me sleep a lonely man, worrying of building a love, may be fire to soul and ablaze high, for knowledge still loving the world of wonders!

And efforts are painstaking always,since you are into this mystical universe to practice a technique,every learning is a slow process,gradually you will master it by time and if you are able to grasp things more quickly in a limited spell,as your experience is advancing,you are almost nearing to be a maestro.Our world doesn't need incompetence anymore,but needs high skills or talents to do the job done quickly with desire and ambition.

Like every lively fresh morning rises above the earth,new hopes arrive with the lulling songof birds,that fosters her gently maturing move;and rosy blossomed flowers do deck her bedding.