::PurplE PetalS::

::JaggeD MountainS::

::PalettE::

::AlpinE AltitudE::

::SolitarY SunseT::

::PrairiE::

::BacK HomE::

::EartheN HarmonY::

::ScerenitY::

::D Series - EditioN 5::

::D Series - MapLE::

::D - Series - RandoM RedS::

::D Series - WateR FusioN::

::D Series - ChocolatE MountainS::

::D Series - EcstacY::

::D Series - OrangE::

::D Series - UnleasheD::

::StatE oF ThE ArT::

Talk to the mind and find yourself capturing perhaps the best of moments from the realm of your imagination factory.

Cynically speaking, you do not have to make a Spielberg out of yourself or take lessons behind Hollywood Canons to master the art. All that you require is a tremendously explosive urge to express yourself. After all, fireworks draw attention!

You know exactly what you want better than any technician but before you think of stepping further, you need to learn the art of communicating the message within yourself where every particle of yourself participates in different ways. Behind the scene, your mind is constantly switching from colors to shades to locations and settings to produce the best from the best.

Filming such breathtaking moments on films of transparent spaces can burst cylinders of adrenaline inside one’s mind to concentrate on the subject from beginning to end. The best beginnings usually bring upon the best endings. Every expression is unique depending on the way it is delivered. Likewise, the so called ‘state of the art’ medium used to spread the news of recognition would fail to keep pace against the network of the human mind.

Extraordinary people are not super humans. They are ordinary people who do the extra bit, run the extra mile, and conquer the extra time to become a little extra-ordinary. To own the perfect ‘State’ of the Art, you just need a serene state of your mind. Creativity will awaken from its hibernation and you will notice a difference the next time you see your own reflection…

::Life iS::

Life is a Challenge...Meet It. Life is a Gift...Accept It. Life is an Adventure...Dare It. Life is a Sorrow...Overcome It. Life is a Tragedy...Face It. Life is a Duty...Perform It. Life is a Game...Play It. Life is a Mystery...Unfold It. Life is a Song...Sing It. Life is an Opportunity...Take It. Life is a Journey...Complete It. Life is a Promise...Fulfill It. Life is an Achievement...Share It. Life is a Question...Answer It. Life is a Truth...Believe It. Life is an Emotion...Feel It. Life is a Lesson...Learn It. Life is a Failure...Experience It. Life is Beautiful...Praise It. Life is a Struggle... Fight It. Life is a Spirit...Realize It. Life is a Puzzle...Solve It. Life is a Goal... Achieve It. Life is a Message...Understand It.

::Loss::

The scent of fresh roses still remained stained upon the dry canvass of memories of a glowing morning in spring…

That was a long time ago and I cannot recall when it happened next. It is still winter here but I cannot wait any further for spring to arrive and unwrap its surprises.

Each time I look outside the window of my inner world, my eyes search for the faces I may never get to see again in this lifetime. Yet, it is an amazing truth that we cannot deny when we come across strangers and our hearts tend to skip a beat or our eyes refuse to blink. Deep inside, something stirs and melts those frozen memories of a lost loved who left leaving a deep scar as a parting gift.

It is even more moving when we gradually forgive and forget our dark pasts to slowly breathe deeper into the waiting arms of the foggy future filled with empty pockets of uncertainty and strange people who eventually stay with us as faithful friends to the very end of our incomplete stories and complete it with their incomplete selves…

Coming back to myself, I close my eyes each time fate forces me to part with a soul who had been a part of my weak heart for some time. I express my tears, bereavement and respects in solitary confinement as I sit back and watch the reel flashing back frames of our good & bad times we shared together.

For a fact, I have always believed in life to be even more surprising that the blushing spring. Being a slow learner yet a perfectionist, I gradually learnt to brave the wraths of parting and walk tall by faking a smile to hide my true emotions.

Loss – it cannot be any worse than the word itself. But somewhere deep inside my mind, it keeps bringing back the scent of fresh roses in the form of memories I cherish and pay tribute…