I am not a poet,
Never intended to be one.
I am not a singer,
Nor can I sing swell.
I am not an actor,
As I cannot fake about anything.
I am not a painter,
As colors are all same precious to me.
I am not a dancer,
As I understand no rhythm.
I am not a performer,
As stage is not my world.
I do not really know what I am,
But I am definitely not something I don’t intend to be.
I am rather a person who fail at everything,
Yet passionately stand at feet,
Yearn to learn.
I am an ARTESS…
I rather master the art or die trying..
I am an ARTESS…
And all art is my Imagination within the living dream, I dream.
I am an ARTESS..
And I never intend to stop creating a masterpiece for the peace of my world.
I am nothing at all,
But I am everything.
I am a Dreamer,
My dreams that I imagine  are my art.
I thrive to make them true..

Millions of feelings
Millions of emotions
We know many
We feel some
But
We understand few
And so I feel few of them since you been gone
And since then,

Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which one feel empty
Life without you is like the felling
The feeling in which everything is blue
Life without you is like a feeling
The feeling in which all the shades are as good as grey
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which sun is really not shinning
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which there is screaming
without anyone actually yelling
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which there are no word left to speak.
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which there is immense pain while you breath