CHURCH BELL TOLLS BY NITHIN PURPLE

PINT OF IMAGINATION

"Visions did tango, with mild winds of Summer, the Amber skies in me Twilight gave, as a pint of Imagination,for far secrets to my near, and no more the rescue to be far."

-Nithin Purple

PASSION SWEET -LIPPED

"Its my sweet-lipped Passion, ART-that
drives me up, to invent new Smiles of
BEAUTY, my wings are torn, and still
it flies in search of BEAUTY."

-Nithin Purple

TRAVEL NEVER FAILS

"No matter how hard your struggles to
find a Beautiful World, since you have
an unbridled mind to Travel, a pair
of Wings to fly."

-Nithin Purple

STRINGS OF SOLITUDE

"No more to have a sad weep, these are the finest happy strings of Solitude, that tunes the Eternal Wisdom."

-Nithin Purple

WILD MUSE

"O' the wild Muse is here and there, in pain and memory, the throbbing heart and sinking mind, ha! let me spill the blood , on these flowery verses of my lonely imagination,and there is where, I hug the dancing Muse."

-Nithin Purple

LAUGH LIKE A BROOK

"Can you Laugh like a Brook, the whole day and every Night? No—do you hide your Eyes,when every Charming sight approaches you to Haunt? and if you can, this might be your Mind, the very serious drifter, who envies the Perpetual Beauty."

-Nithin Purple

O' NATURE

“O nature, every mind has some of your reflections, every hue of splendid quality and a frailly smile, when your climates change, all will change better than you are.”

-Nithin Purple

"Wrote this quote on sand today, while walking back from work, and still dares to pronounce to the World, its true quote, as experienced."

TAINTLESS NATURE

"The Tranquil Beauty of the taintless Nature stills here;decked with Asters,Amaryllis and Bluebells;such sweet incense never dies from his lonely heart,who loves to imbue his solitude in his Art!"

-Nithin Purple

LOVE IS IN POISON

"You may not find, what Love is in Poison, and what hatred being the goodness, 

do weight your self decision, before tearing to the occult, a world of perplexion."
-Nithin Purple

THE EARLY DEW FALLS...

“The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,over the woods with its finest transparency,glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy.”

― Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown