“Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.”

Choose to live for the moments that make your soul glow.

what the sky is to a bird is like a dream for a dreamer.

You glow like a radiant moon even amidst on ocean of scars.

Chase the butterflies which caused you to dream.

Those little paws gifted me the galaxy of a sweet home.

Be strong enough to bloom even in the storm.

Water your soul with sprinkles of self-love.

Wrap your soul with a blanket of kindness even in all odds.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.

Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.

Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.

Art lives from constraints and dies from freedom.

Is politics nothing other than the art of deliberately lying?

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.

Art is never finished, only abandoned.

Your life is already artful-waiting, just waiting, for you to make it art.

All art is knowing when to stop.