The cold hands of fate grip the cord of reality, generic changes that follow are familiar but yet strange,the truth is a riddle, a lazy man is too lazy to solve it so he settles for a lie.
Be it man or animal bravery is golden because the cost of bravery is always sacrifice,the reward of sacrifice is grace.
The calm after the storm is suspicious but it always comes with good tidings, time is infinity and its mysteries are mere illusions.
Every single moment is the present,past and future it is only the reality of the one who perceives that differs,reality dances to the tune of time.
Love is the heart of the universe ,every beat sends out vibrations of diverse emotions in colorful heavenly harmony ,the will to love is the power to create.
Some may understand this,others might just see mere words but the message remains the same as it simultaneously changes every time ripples of actions swim through the lake of life.
Art is the expression of the universe…