Misha Tanveer:
You could see it in the eyes; her soul was on fire.
Misha Tanveer:
oblivion.
Misha Tanveer:
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
Misha Tanveer:
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Misha Tanveer:
I see my fated stars in your eyes. They melt me like the sun does snow...
Misha Tanveer:
In the solitude of confinement, silence is the loudest of rooms to be.
Misha Tanveer:
“Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.”
Misha Tanveer:
Trembling happiness...
Misha Tanveer:
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
Misha Tanveer:
Head bowed, she was taken up by the wind. And the ashes embraced the earth.
Misha Tanveer:
It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.
Misha Tanveer:
Fallen.
Misha Tanveer:
Strawberry love - 1
Misha Tanveer:
Strawberry love - 2
Misha Tanveer:
I'm a dreamer and when I wake, you can't break my spirit; its my dreams you take...
Misha Tanveer:
Itsy bitsy spidey!
Misha Tanveer:
Like pearls, like tears.
Misha Tanveer:
Centre of attention
Misha Tanveer:
Beauty is relative.
Misha Tanveer:
Skull flower
Misha Tanveer:
Beginning..
Misha Tanveer:
Emotions.
Misha Tanveer:
A thing of beauty
Misha Tanveer:
Loneliness.
Misha Tanveer:
A moment in time
Misha Tanveer:
eye
Misha Tanveer:
Cat eye..
Misha Tanveer:
Crystal drops
Misha Tanveer:
A flower from my garden.
