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,…

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…

…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…

An autumn walk…..

….and would you ever give up doing what brings joy? Never! isn’t it right? So just like that i decided to paint something simple and natural. I like to call this an autumn walk…. i like using bright colors but i think i am very much drawn to dark colors like black in particular, maybe…

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…

A Painters dream

I was captured in a portrait Painted by you With colors of life That you gave me through They looked at me with there deceitful eyes But they couldn’t hear my screaming cries Incomplete, yet you hung me on top If only you could hear, please stop The paint brushes were dry I saw my…

The Time

Among the crowd And the voices so loud I stood there all alone Watching them, i was angry and worn Feeling out of place I was looking for solace In the wings of the air that I breathed In the arms of someone I had forgotten The noise in my head was too much Wetness…