“Rainbows of emotions ring our hearts to enjoy and feel songs of love’s cappuccino yearning to be a poetic vow!”

The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.

Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.

The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.

The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!

The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!

My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.

I was a glittering sea waving at me, like a child smiling in his father’s lap, the waves lapse every time the sea sees the child in me!

Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.

Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.

Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.

The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.

Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.

Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!

The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.

Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.

The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.

So many of my songs are based on things that either happened to me or to someone I know, but there are also ones where I’ve written a made-up story. All of them are about very real emotions, and I just find different ways to express them.

No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.

Some emotions don’t make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint – like a heartbeat. And pure love – why, some days it’s so quiet, you don’t even know it’s there.

The one permanent emotion of the inferior man is fear – fear of the unknown, the complex, the inexplicable. What he wants above everything else is safety.

As the fisherman depends upon the rivers, lakes and seas and the farmer upon the land for his existence, so does mankind in general depend upon the beauty of the world about him for his spiritual and emotional existence.

Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction.

A good leader maintains a balance between emotional drive and sound thinking.

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotion from a king.