Is there a chance
That you would call me
My world is young
Populated with expectations
The night is passing on
Taking away the charms
Is there a reason
To look at the sky
When you are not around
Is there a reason
Behind my struggles
Hours are darkening
Growing up my loneliness
And I’m waiting for a voice
To guide me through
Stuff I wrote from before...
Experience, Dream, Create
Inspired by Photography
this & that
~wandering through life in my time machine...you never know where it will stop next~
Rural doctor, mom, writes poems, dance, sing.
Words are to be lifted from the soul! Photograph’s are memories of the heart yet to unfold! Let’s begin!
LETTERS to TIME PASSING
Adventure is out there
Blog of Hammad Rais 