Atul Pandita Lifeographer These faces, these lives,that I paint, They're so silent so weak,so very faint. And yet, they leave an indelible mark on my soul, Those seething eyes...tend to burn me from within, they create an infinite hole. These are attributes that I can never ever forget, Freezing them in time is what I love, is what I never regret. I have the ability to find happiness, in this world that, which is filled with sadness, That beautiful quantum of solace...that hides away in all of that ruckus...all of that madness, ...