YEARS

leaves and years are the same,they are

beautiful on the tree,when they fall,and

become useless,we forget them,we

ignore them,and we look at the old tree

of life ,with new leaves

MY REAL FACE

to see my face,the real one,look into the

windows,of my soul,you'll see, a

graveyard of desires,all were

inborn,and,will see,injured birds of

THOUGHTS,and a school of young

children,they are playing,they are

hope,near the school you 'll see a

person alone on the bench,under a

tree,looking at falling leaves,

life

I wander ,like stranger,among the  people of mine,THE philosophy of life,so cruel this life is,for stranger,for unknown,for unwanted,for out sider,for uninvited guest,AND for me.                                                                                                                                                      

badshahi mosque

nanga parbat(pakistan)