It's not we can change ourselves out of nothing. Time and experience morphs and moulds us. It takes one bad day to choose the path between good and bad. One bad day is that time and experience which decides where we are heading towards.
Life is a fabric woven with uncertainty, None knows what breaks subtlety. Through crest and trough we all go, None knows what's about to give a blow.
Hemlock fume is in the air, Masses are withering from the streets and fair. Insinuation of poison is spreading like wildfire, Churning out the panacea is now our sole desire. Staying together is the only way, Maybe we shall overcome someday.
Thanks for giving us beauty derived from eccentricity. Thanks for giving us the holy grail churned out from blight.
An artist sprains his or her life to bring the best out of almost nothing. An artist is nothing but another tortured soul who wants spread and sprinkle love and joy to others selflessly.
A piece of coal is neglected by most of multitude out there. But when it goes through intense pressure and turns to become a diamond that exact same multitude want that dearly but fails to pay the price.