wings........................

Like birds are the dreams.

That fly all night............

who say humans have limitations...

What made them then elite of all..........?

The wings of dreams..........

are not for night.

but the glorious day ahead.........

I am opening my wings...........

and flying..................

Catch me if you caaaaannn..............................................

Love

LOve is like the snow .............

Pure .......soft.......... and gentle..............

When it fall on your face..........

It melts on you.........

Love is like fire......

The passion, feel and desire........

Love has water like charm.......

Cool, joyful, serene, deep and calm....

Love is like sky......

Like air that makes you fly.....................

It keeps you to go for....................

That teaches you to love even more..................................

Dance of Joy!

Dance!!!! ..... I doubt when people say they can't dance..they do not know how to dance. Hey ! how can any one don't know how to dance? Dance is as natural as breathing and in fact everyone can dance. When you dance you feel so happy, passionate, sensual that you completely forget what is around, what is happening around...and the best dance is when you dance as no one is watching you, all is one with you, everything is part of you...you loose hesitation because when you dance like this you do not feel the presence of any other thing beyond you, separate from you...the doer and the observer becomes one...and it is then when you are not performing for others but for your own happiness that is when you dance the best.....................................

In reality the best artist are the people who do not distinct themselves as doing something...a painter when paints is not painter any more...the writer when writes is writer no more...the singer is no more singer...but they all are happiness....the very creator becomes part of the creation...in fact whole of creation...it is then when the great art is born............ The mysterious smile of MONA LISA is not the smile created by Leonardo Da Vinci but his smile trapped in the art....that is why the painting is so sort for...so wanted for.....It is the passion for what you do makes you passion itself... and then you are just as you are....And people who do not pretend but be their own are the happiest people .....

Life sucks.....Life screws...No!!! we screw it instead......................so next time when you think of screwing life again...screw your brain...increase the volume ................................and siiing...and screeeeeam .............and ask yourself as if lover is asking his beloved....Shall we dance...................................................................!!!!!!