"Obscure shadows in the niches of conscience,

Blunt images of guilt; truth is a pretence.

Following unreal pathways forged in the mind,

Crumbling, stumbling, where hopes are knotted, wills tied."

(Written by me)

Im a writer/poet/doctor/(aspiring)photographer/table tennis player =| hmm, what else?

Find me on: creatively-frustrated.blogspot.com/

Misha Tanveer | Promote Your Page Too