Those days. …

What is this feeling of uneasiness? My hair, the bed, it’s a mess, Oh Allah what is this test? Now I am tired and I want to rest, Please help me overcome my anger and give me the best, Why does this heart feels heavy in my chest? I can’t explain this agony, Oh Allah,…

The passing hour…

Ignorance is my dear friend, The world is easier if you pretend, Because it is a wretched place And everybody has two face. The days fall short, At times, In my agony I rott, When the moonlight shines through the sky, In the quietness of the night i ask myself why? The burden i feel…

A saint or a sinner?

Sinner by the day, A saint by night, In front of the mirror, I see an ugly sight. My heart is remorseful, My soul is hurtful, But I consume the guilt, Back again I dwell in the filth. I wonder if there is an end, The world has given me no friend. Bones to ashes,…

Wall of inspiration.

I have been playing with pigments for quite sometime now and have been stacking my amateur art in a bag. It was annoying looking at them like this. So one day i decided to just stick them all up on my wall near my desk where i paint. I guess its a sort of inspiration…

Illusion of false reality.

Along the worldly attachments, With hearts so black, Difficult it becomes to bring life on track Sadly it’s the faith we lack. If only here-after was our goal We would have the purest of soul Life would be better & whole But what takes us away, Do we realize? It’s our paradise we jeopardize Don’t…

An invisible bond.

There are things I can’t describe, But you should know Without you I won’t survive I’d die And this isn’t a lie I can’t imagine you saying goodbye I’ll be good; I promise I’ll try Imagining you gone makes me cry My life would be like an autumn leaf So dry This is a test…

…in the rose garden

In the garden of roses Caught by the sight of pure bliss I saw her watering life And asked myself Was I in paradise? The color of her skin like the jewels that one would commit a sin And so I wanted to win Her heart like a Hero In movies & films But to…

Young & free

I saw you by the river bank Looking at you my heart sank And when you smiled My mind turned blank But just to be frank Your presence is like a big bang I remember the song you sang Sitting by the river; on that plank Writing your wishes; tying a knot to hang Forget…

Home…

Painting never fails to surprise me no matter how many times i do it. Each stroke of brush is special and each time i paint its magical. Its a great way to relax the inner chaos and give your mind a rest from  everyday hustle & bustle.. So here i have painted a place i…