I try to imagine, my visions are not the same
I recharge my brain, my thoughts are not the same
I freshen up my mind, my memories are not the same
I close my eyes, my dreams are not the same
I know why !!
An attempted collection of some verses penned down by me in ink or voltages. Whatever be the form, choice of words or context; these have acted as the belvedere to vent out my thoughts and emotions.
Also visit: My Urdu poetry http://humarikalamse.blogspot.com/
and My Views at Whimsical Discourse (http://khushi.wordpress.com/)
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion"