When the lurid auras of visionary thoughts sometimes explore so long to hold not the quest's breath, it explodes in a form of dissimilar subjects of either agony or an overwhelmed happiness. For here, I must say bold. Most of these verses originated from my sadness and invention of my own style in the midst of solitude that I experienced after leaving my home a few years ago. As a reviewer, you would see few elegies, which were actual and untainted are those, where I lost a few favorite care and love of someone who truly was mine. Another spot was of inspiration's shocking waves yet mingling with freedom's yearning tongue. And life, death, and fate are inevitable tones too get reflected, and have youth's sweetest vocals, romance and nature, hope and hopelessness, beauty and loss can stimulate the readers surprising eyes.