Woke within a dream,
amidst dense forest.

a tree stood,
older than time,
casting its shadow.

a touch of it,
showed all it had lived—
bloodied sword clash,
clouds that wept for years,
flora it wore,
wildflowers it shielded,
the warmth it once kissed.

yet it stood still.
as I faded,
back into the dream.

When the stars decide to leave.  
In the sky of a world my mind weaves.
The ghost there are not really ghost.
Just forgotten angels fluttering around this starlight coast.

Constellations lose their specks.
Darkness and separations distance the flecks.
Creating new constellations.
In heavenly reveries of my imagination.

I stand on the shoals of your dream ocean.
Waiting for your wave and to feel your emotion.
The way your touch made me alive.
Together forever as we both arrive.

Astra memories play forth in my head.
Star showers create endless wishes.
Plasmoid cycle their cosmic colors.
Seraphic tones turn into ethereal melodies.

Celestial trails in the dark wilderness.
Empyrean trees drop their light leaves.
Transcendental visuals of the night heavens.
Diaphanous veils of tranquilly allow my eyes to see.

Sheer emotion alloy.
Paradisiacal vessel of the expanding universe.
Expedition of endless wonder.
Fathomless destinations to reach.

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