Wednesday, 29 August 2012


Dreams crushed,
Hopes berried.
Why can't they see,
This is not for me?

Entire misery,
So injusticely.
Just let me be.

I fall asleep,
Every day.
Pen in hand.
Face falling,
Tears dropping.
Ink running.

A person,
Hiding behind a mirage.
A new form of torture.
That crushes your very sole.
And leaves you miserable,

With  pages sodden,
With your tears,
Surrounding you.

You're left,
Just ruined.
Where no one expects,
or understands.

Monday, 27 August 2012


Floor mosaque I did for my dad's Office(He shares it with others)