Misha Tanveer:
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
Misha Tanveer:
The smoke and clouds become one as nature merges with man made pollution...
Misha Tanveer:
Verily in the heavens and the earth, are Signs for those who believe.
Misha Tanveer:
A cool hat and you stand out. Everyone stops to coo and talk about it!
Misha Tanveer:
I don't want the world to see me, Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
Misha Tanveer:
Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once, just once; understand.
Misha Tanveer:
“Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.”
Misha Tanveer:
You could see it in the eyes; her soul was on fire.
Misha Tanveer:
I see my fated stars in your eyes. They melt me like the sun does snow...
Misha Tanveer:
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
Misha Tanveer:
The unleashed power of the atom has changed everything save our modes of thinking and we thus drift toward unparalleled catastrophe.
Misha Tanveer:
Saffron skies ignited in remembrance.
Misha Tanveer:
The windows of my soul I throw, Wide open to the sun.
Misha Tanveer:
Strawberry love - 1
Misha Tanveer:
Strawberry love - 2
Misha Tanveer:
The boats will take you to that much loved land!
Misha Tanveer:
unchartered waters...
Misha Tanveer:
You turn me into somebody loved...
Misha Tanveer:
chaaaaaaiii!!
Misha Tanveer:
“O God, thy sea is so great, and my boat is so small.”
Misha Tanveer:
Hug Department: Always Open! =)
Misha Tanveer:
"Is not He (best) who listens to the (soul) distressed when it calls on Him, and who relieves its suffering." [Qur’an 27:62]
Misha Tanveer:
Something surreal!
Misha Tanveer:
That Place You Love.
Misha Tanveer:
There is something about birds...
Misha Tanveer:
And if you have a minute why don't we go? Talk about it somewhere only we know?
Misha Tanveer:
I refuse to grow up!
Misha Tanveer:
a patient horse looks a man in the eye and sees him as an equal.
Misha Tanveer:
Mysteries are feminine; they like to veil themselves but still want to be seen and divined.
Misha Tanveer:
He's my unicorn.
