Wherever You Are, And Whatever You Do,

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

Intellect In Its Effort To Explain Love Got Stuck In The Mud Like An Ass. Love Alone Could Explain Love And Loving.

There Is An Original Inside Me.

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.

Anyone Who Knows Me, Should Learn To Know Me Again; For I Am Like The Moon, You Will See Me With New Face Everyday.