You are different
Or unique
Not only in queue
But also in view
If you can do anything
To many things
With its simplest way
In somewhere
To let it know
To someone
In sometime
Is something
Great
In everywhere
With everything
In the surrounding
Of everyones

What a beautiful thing it is !
A Canvas that speaks a lot
Wow ! an artist’s soul
That try to speak a lot
From the window of canvas
To the doors of sky
Till the depth of ocean
In the romancing moonlight
And spreading its vastness
As the fragrance
Of night blooms
Until the sunrise
Again from morning dews
To chirping birds
Snowy mountains
To windy breeze
A moving cloud
And even from rain to rainbow
All is possible
With the tip of a brush
Is a marvellous thing
That depicts an artist’s heart

An art is a creation
Of an artist
Which is made
In different colours
With different paints
And in different shades
But all in one canvas
Makes an effective painting
Which can never die
As an artist’s soul
That is lightning forever
As a magical lantern

Some paintings speaks a lot
Like stories to us
When it starts speaking
The whole image depicts
It’s originality
As an original photo
Of some place
And that really can lost us
Somewhere as in the canvas

Even eyes of a portrait
Speaks a lot
When we stare in that eyes
It seems as the person is gazing
As a living person is standing in front of us
Which feels like a real photo
And it really makes
An unbelievable painting
Which is like giving life
To the non living thing
Within the canvas
By an artist
Or like a flower bloomed
In the hands of an artist

Canvas that speaks a lot
Really shows true heart
Of an artist’s creation
A beautiful creation
By ones own hands
Mesmerise all of us
With no time
Like an original picture
Taken with a camera
Of high resolution
Is something to adore
With the hearts of love

Canvas that speaks a lot
Is a graceful creation
That makes us wonder
Which is a miracle
In hands of an artist
That remains its effect
For life time
And that make
An artist
Different from others

Canvas that speaks a lot
Is a creation of art
When an artist starts
To move his hand on canvas
It starts to speak a lot
From the sincerity of love
To the beauty of a nature
Sparkling eyes of a human
And the depth of a sea
All that beautiful creation
Of Godly things
Is once more painted
With the help of an artist’s brush
Is something that speaks
For a lifetime
With thousands of words
In one image
Is an exemplary
Creation of humane
In a canvas

Canvas that speaks a lot
With voice of heart
Beats in every hearts
And in all eras

An artist is like a lantern
That lightens other lights
And a canvas is a mirror
Of an artist’s soul
That reflects the lights  
For lifetime
Which was once lit
By an artist
With a great deal
Who was owned
By an eloquent soul.

When you think you fought for the right ,
Why is my mom lifeless ?
When you took of his head ,
He was my brother .
When you can get food ,
Why is my family starved to death ?
Hey soldiers ? ,
Are you Brainwashed ?
You care for you father and mother .
I am left without a single brother .
What wrong have I done ?
I pray to die .
Will you go to Heaven or Hell ?
- Adaa Sayed

Have a wing to fly
That fly so high
Is a wish to buy
As a pie in sky

A wing to fly
With passion of mine
To attain cheesy goals of peace
That make us in ease
With no worry of course
Feels no reason of case
As caught as a prey
In the beaks of a kite
Is a wish of mine

A wish to fly
With the wings of mine
Which no one can deny
But anyone can rely
Is my final destiny
Which is sweet as a candy
That sounds to amplify
As an apple of eye
Is an auspicious ray
In the divine sky

A wing to fly
In the limitless sky
Is something to say
With no lie
In this life’s spy
Is something to enjoy
With full of joy
That never allow to cry
As a weeping alloy
Melted in lab of mines
To spark so bright
As a shiny stone of light
Shines in sky

A wing to fly
Is a dream of a day
In a windy night
Which feels cool as a snow
That speaks a warm hai
Than a good bye
Is a dream of mine

A wing to fly
Is a snowy bridge to sky
Seems as stars in sky
And the angels that fly
With snowy wings that shine
In the night sky
With light of moon
Like a sparkling wine
In crystal glass of mine
Is a wish of dreamy wing of mine

A wing to fly
Which wish so high
Feels shy in moonlight
As an auspicious ray
Wandering in milky way
Is a dream of wish
Which feels so fine
In the land of nice
Which refresh as an ice
Is the snowy wing of mine

A wing to fly
In the outer space
With vibrations of heavenly space
Can be lost in sounds of howling planet
And whistling helium
Or by Jupiter’s roar
Is some what
That captures the soul
In the deep silence of space
That bring best sight
Is the wish of mine

A wing to fly
In the sound of space
With its soothing wave
Is a relaxing music
Makes it a wonderful galaxy
As a sea of light sky
Romancing with moon
In the arms of dark night
Is the loving wing
That desires to swim
As deep as a mermaid in sea
Is the secret wish of mine

A wing to fly
In deeper space of sky
Is a rare heavenly beauty
Which is merely found there
Is a mind blowing play
In the hands of Lord’s creativity
Which really bring us pride
Like an auspicious wing
That fly in great sky
And that not only for today
But forever as a fairy
That smile in every file
Of you and me

That you and me
Fly in this sky
To the heights of galaxy
As the paintings of Da Vinci
Smiles in Mona Lisa’s lips
Which impact in every mind
Of humanly creation
That took birth
In the land of diversity
Is the true wings of mine
That fly to eternal peace
Is a wing to fly on wow
As of a dove’s vow

Rise up through the storm
And simply find your way
The battle will be tough
But, you must go through the waves
The storm cannot stay there forever
It will eventually give way to the sun
Darkness has disappeared
Happiness is there once again

Intelligence is golden
Be a person to utilize it well
Sprinkle goodness everywhere
And shine that bell
The mind is a sharp tool
Always enhance your vision
Take those steps along the guided path
Carry out your determination

In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings!
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

Between the blossoms red and white,
O merrily the throstle sings!
My love first came into my sight,
O perfect vision of delight,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

The yellow apples glowed like fire,
O merrily the throstle sings!
O Love too great for lip or lyre,
Blown rose of love and of desire,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

But now with snow the tree is grey,
Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!
My love is dead:  ah! well-a-day,
See at her silent feet I lay
A dove with broken wings!
Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain—
Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!