WE HAVE SALT IN OUR BLOOD,IN OUR SWEAT , IN OUR TEARS,WE ARE TIED TO THE OCEAN
THE BOATS SAILS BY ,THE SHORE REMAINS
A SHIP ON THE BEACH IS LIKE A LIGHT HOUSE TO THE SEA
A MAN WITHOUT A GOAL IS LIKE A SHIP WITHOUT A RUDDER
HE SEA DOES’NT LIKE TO RESTRAINE
DOCKYARD 3
DOCKYARD 2
DOCKYARD 1
UNTITLED
FRAGMANTED REMNANTS SAILING AS DREAM ON THE RIDE
TIME SLIPS THROUGH HANDS LIKE GRAINS OF SAND , NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN
A SAILOR IS AN ARTIST WHOSE MEDIUM IS THE WIND
STUDIO GALLERY
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE, THE WORD ITSELF SAYS I M POSSIBLE
HONOR LIES IN HONEST TOIL
THE HARDEST WORK BEGINS IN DRY DOCK- III
THE HARDEST WORK BEGINS IN DRY DOCK- II
THE HARDEST WORK BEGINS IN DRY DOCK- I
I WANTED FREEDOM,OPEN AIR, I FOUND IT ON THE SEA
WE CAN'T DIRECT THE WIND BUT WE CAN ADJUST THE SAILS
A LOT OF HARDWORK IS HIDDEN BEHIND NICE THINGS
UPPER DECK
ITS A DIRECTION NOT A DESTINATION
LEHRA DO LEHRA DO
BEAUTIFUL WINTER
There is No Illusion Greater Than Fear
Censorship is the Height of Vanity
FIND A TRAP THEN DRILL IT.
Leave it or Live it
Will It? It Will!!
Necessity is Mother of Invention
Dynamic City,
DOCKYARD 4