Don't throw hate over me
Don't push my dreams into the sea
I do breathe like you
Though I'm black in hue

It's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Black is sapphire like me
Black is Jasper like me
Black is menalite like me
Black is granite like me
Black is rose like me
Black is gloss like me
Dont throw hate over me
Dont push my dreams into the sea

I wanna fly in the blue
Though I'm black in hue
O my bro it's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo
Though I'm black in hue
Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo

Anxiety in our mind stops us to take proper decisions

In the present scenario،
            Only Sunday time
                      Is the finest thread


To sew unstitched relations

Reading is a long walk in the garden of kashmir when it is full of blossoms!

Reading is polishing a rusted mind.

Reading is an adventurous journey.

Reading is a memorable confab because all words speak to me.

Going into a mind is like entering a holy place and reading scriptures there.

He can change

A stone

Into a gem

The sun is sharp in the sky
Leaves are talking as slowly
As if they are shy of
Making their love in the open
And butterflies are trying
To listen to their feelings
I'm waiting for her
I think i can't better place than this
To put the rose on her palm
And lock her lips with mine

See
The land
Of the poet's heart


Roses،
Roses،
Roses،
Roses

Everywhere

Your eyes
                  Are deep valleys

And

I am drowned in them

You and me
Two rails of a railway track


So close
Still apart forever

You            so
                and            close
                 me             ever
                are              still
                two             always
               parts           separate
                 of
               the
              railway
               track