Roses

Roses look pretty when they 

are in hands of people who smile,

else when they are not plucked.

running away

 

she ran away from him,
went alone out,
beneath the stars
and there was another
  'he'
She ran away again..
towards the same
home and remained in her
shell

fear

there was a small cute baby,
I met tonight.

she was afraid to even touch her.
her hands were dirty.

dirty

she is  his dirty secret

that he opens at midnight.

and forgets when morning shines.

complicate

why do you complicate things manisha?


I was born to.
And i always wished to.


And i love games.
that's it.

Angels

 Painting By Shihar Hamza

the snow melts to smoke,
where angels meet,
And there comes a storm
that settles inside a home,
and water
leaves.


i wish i was never made of water.
...

black. and white.

Everything i see is white.
I feel is black.
And i get is none.