An artist is like a handicaphe needs his art to carry himself.

Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.

Love doesn’t make you a poet; it makes you poetry.

There is something so innocent about blank pagesThat I can't lie to them about my existence

Poetry is and should not be explained It’s not a theory not a formula or a set patternIt’s a labyrinth of reflection with no source of image