Poets can'nt talk woods and stones but can present cosmic illusion in very colourful way.You can dream as they show you ,you can sing as they give you a beautiful lyrics,you can dance on their frenetic tune of rhyme....BUT what when your sleep is over ..the discursive dream dies in hue and cry of reality of life.The cruel life has two faces like a coin ;when you call head ,it shows you tail.Life is so erretic ,so unpredictable that yoiu often feel like running in dark lane.So life is accidental beauty of almighty ,,,so funny that when you wish to escape from it changes its shape and size and entertains you like a beautiful bar girl and when you want to welcome it fervidly it slips from your hand like sand.And then cunning life lives you with all sort of questions ,all sort of confusions.We the confused poor creatures then seek the help of our faithful ,powerful mentor,the religion.We try hard to find answers of questions that comlex life throws towards us .And do you know what every answer you discover one day becomes obselete.......
You have always thought of changing life instead of changing yourself
you have always yearned to find secret of life
you have always tried to find answers through old books,OLD FRIENDS,
.......thats why you have always missed to see life in its complete form,'THE COLOURFUL FORM'.There needs to be concious effort to explore life through way of realization,,WHEN YOU WILL FEEL LIFE ALL DARKNESS THAT SURROUNDS YOU WILL VANISH AWAY ...YOUR EVERYDAY WILL THEN BLOOSM LIKE A NEW FLOWER AND THEN YOU WILL DISCOVER YOUR MUCH AWAITED FANTASY,ROMANCE HAPPINESS ,AND TRUE SATISFACTION..........
Through these words I invite you to discover your selfbeing,your lovely uniqueness,your world,your kingdom.