When colours collect dust
And words are concealed
When beauty is shaded
And the clouds are heavy grey
When a path leading to gardens
Becomes one going to graves
And when flowers turned to gold
Are crushed underneath feet
When diamonds cut to perfection
Join the coal once more
And the gold and the jewels
Are met by graves on hills
The world becomes sinister
People deprived of passion
All words and colours twisted
Into an attractive storm…
~Moniba.
Ordinary girl's peculiar blog 
Great imagery.
🙂
MONIBA this is awesome. And your new background too. Ye image bhi. My, i missed kitna kuch.
Lol thank you! 🙂 nah, you didnt miss much.. if anything, you got more family time.
your poetry is awesome Moniba I have been reading it on writer’s cafe lately and i am impressed. Love this one too….perfect ideas and beautiful thoughts.
Jazakillah:)
awesome 😀
Thankyou:)