Cataclysm of love.

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Available for sale.

(Pen on paper work)


-- Asif.

She with her guitar.

Available for sale.

(Pen on paper work)

-- Asif.

Love.

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--Asif

She

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-- Asif.

For I speak with colours and strokes.....

Available for sale.

(Pen on colored paper)

Feel like speaking out... There are poems burried deep down somewhere... ...just waiting to surface. There are tales of unrequitted love Memoirs of meloncholy nights Remnants of togetherness..... ....enraptured with poignancy. There is a sea of dark secrets... ...with waves that cut through hearts. There is an occult sky... ...with clouds of satanic innocense! There is a mystical river.... ...filled with drops of tears. And there is a misty swamp ....tyrannic , with voidness. There is a lot to say.... ...just no words to say. For I speak with colours and strokes For I speak ........ the primitive way. -- Asif.