Flying in the air for days,
He forgot there existed a land,
Fighting the battles in haze,
He forgot he was a man,
Living every day like it’s the last one,
Chasing happiness and misery all along,
He forgot to remember,
The feel of life, the touch of a mortal,
The essence of true love, the joy of giving,
The audacity to forgive, the promises to get by,
He forgot to remember,
He was a man born to die.
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Trying..
Your words cut through me,
Scattered broken pieces,
No more tears,
But the taste of blood,
As I rip my bottom lip and my fears,
And here I am,
Trying to think,
Trying to guess,
Trying to recall,
All my mistakes,
All my flaws,
The reason for this,
The ruthless cause,
Is it so cold down there?
In the kingdom of your heart,
The arteries are blocked,
And the love-walls clogged,
And here I am,
Trying to love you less,
Trying to fight this stress,
Trying to not miss your caress,
But I am high on the thought of you,
I try but my pain only knows to grow,
I shall trust time like I trusted you,
To be rewarded with broken promises,
And the dreams that would never come true.
I apologize if it’s too sad for the Valentines season but I promise to come up with something lovey-dovey soon (definitely before Valentines). Until then, you guys enjoy this one!!
Good Morning Lovely People!! ❤
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Hope is blooming (Get the most out of it!)
I haven’t felt this positive and self-assured in a long while. Though, its considerably chilly in here; weather is as usual crappy (I mean, wet and dry); long hours of university; even longer hours of reading (Law books – beyond boring) but its a perfect morning. A morning where sun may not be shining in the sky yet the hope and the joys this day can bring are endless. The mystery of how I do not know what the next moment holds within the vessel of life-time; happiness or misery – it convinces me to play this life-game in all fair means. Hope you all have a positive and productive day. Do not let “hope” slip away; this is an essential virtue that you will never want to get rid of. Cheers!
Flying in the air for days,
He forgot there existed a land,
Fighting the battles in haze,
He forgot he was a man,
Living everyday like the last one,
Chasing happiness and misery along,
He forgot to remember,
The feel of life, the touch of a mortal,
The grace of love, the passion to give,
The audacity to forgive, the promises to get by,
He forgot to remember,
He was a man, born to die.
Betrayal (Part I)
Note: Since I was going through some of my old creations today, I thought of sharing this one of my heart-felt poetry which I wrote for my friend for her quick recovery after an awful accident that changed the course fo her life. This BALLAD will be divided into various parts as I am not in the will to post it without the element of curiosity. I have posted it before too on my old blog but many of my new friends haven’t been entertained so here you go with the first part – if you have read so re-enjoy and for fresh readers, *fingers crossed* (hope you like it).
Sometimes, my eye can betray me as well.
Whenever I think of you
I feel on me the dew
My hands sweat
My eyes become wet
Seeking around, finding someone
Who promised to be always by my side in the long run
I am struggling and fighting to recognize his voice
Lusting for the touch of his hands, smell of his body or my choice
My memories inundated with him only
Thus he left me forlorn and utterly lonely
He promised to build me the fountain of happiness
Money paid no heed, I loved his struggle effortless
He assured and reassured how he loved me the most
His confessions false, his existence reminiscent of a ghost
I was folly to think how he was the ONLY ONE for me
The reckless cheeriness and his ways responsible for my glee
One day he turned to me like a rock
Almost numb, my mindset shock
I wondered at his condition that day
My hand resting on his, consoling him to tell what he ought to say
He hesitated to proclaim his disappearance forever soon
He walked away leaving me under the blood dripping dark moon
To Be Continued…
BARBIE DOLLS CAN’T SAVE THE WORLD NOW!
Soha – my cousin sister!
My little cousin sister is snoring as I see her lying in my bed and my heart becomes heavy and my smile fades away when I realize that this little baby is my guest for only a couple of days. She is my mommy’s sister’s daughter; it makes her my first cousin and they live in Dubai. My aunt is here for a short period of time to spend some time with us. My cousin sister is only 6 and half years old and though there is a major age-difference between us yet we get along together so well. She is always around me with an intention to have fun. She isn’t a Barbie girl who would like fairy tales instead she is an imaginative gal who thinks I am a vampire because I have pointed canines and is always interviewing me so that she can get a clue to break the news to the world that vampires do exist and she found the first very real-vampire under her nose. She possesses an intriguing personality with which she is able to knock me off and amaze me with her intelligence and brains. In my upcoming posts, may be I will talk more about my conversations with her. There is a reason behind why am I sharing this:
1) To learn what a little kid has got to teach us.
2)To learn to be confident, blunt and honest without over-posing to be super-good or please others.
3)To enjoy humor.
4)To educate ourselves regarding the present generation – the outcome of 21st Century.
Random photo sessions – we both love them!
Time to share one of her stories!! She was sitting on the sofa playing some video games on her portable game box (what they call XBOX 360) and I couldn’t tolerate this beauty sitting and enjoying the company of the stupid dumb box so I started tickling her. I didn’t attack her once at a sudden otherwise she would have been annoyed instead I started rubbing the sole of her foot and there she smiled with a murmur, “Don’t do it, Naima.” I ignored the murmur and continued to tickle her for a short period of time and after all, my goal was accomplished. She moved from the sofa and went in my room to play the game. I followed her and lay with her in the bed and then I started tickling her belly. For a while she succeeded in ignoring me but after sometime it was difficult for her to overlook my gestures and she shut the game-box down and sat in bed screaming as if she has seen some dead-end. I politely asked her what was the matter and she gave me that hideous look and I resisted my laughter so that I can play along more. From then on, she started a conversation and that is what I am going to state like a dialogue-script. Her name is Soha and I will address her with the alphabet “S” and I will use “N” for myself.
S: What is your problem, Naima?
N: My problem? You kidding me? What are you here for? Playing games?
S: That is none of your business – I love to play games.
N: Forget about my business baby; I love you.
S: What? Baby? I am not one and half-year old Naima. I am a big girl. [Her expressions were worth it – I broke out laughing before my response]
N: Gosh Soha, you are a baby for me no matter how big girl you think you are!
S: Don’t call me baby; I am warning you.
N: Then what should I call you sweetheart?
S: Sweetheart??? I am not your boy-friend.
N: BOY-FRIEND? What’s that? Who told you about it?
S: [Evil Laugh] I told you, I am a big girl.
N: I am serious Soha, who told you about that?
S: I know it by myself like I learnt to whistle and burp.
N: What? Should I tell your mom??
S: Naima!!! Please Please. [Batting her lashes and bribing me with her charming eyes for keeping my mouth shut– again expressions worth mentioning.]
N: What please? You can not bribe me with your smile.
S: Oh, I kind of [the word she uses in every sentence] know it myself – I *pinky promise*
N: [I pass her a silent stare while she continues to smile bashfully.]
S: Okay Okay.. I just assumed that when we are big, we need to have a boy-friend so we can marry him.
N: Disgusting!! You talking about marriage?
S: [A shy laugh] I know it is *YUCKY*.
Soha with her little baby sister Izma.
Before I could continue with the conversation, I broke into a laugh and her innocent expressions made me go crazy. I know that this is 21st century but I do not expect all this coming from little kids – may be their friends and companions are all one and the same. She does not watch television excessively[her mother does not let her exceed an hour and the channel she watches is CARTOON NETWORK or NICKELODEON at times], her mum is a super-mom who would do anything to protect her from the bad company and what not yet she knows everything about this *BOY-FRIEND* stuff – this sent shivers down my spine thinking of how conscious would I have to be when I will be a *MOTHER*.
She can’t stop posing though I just asked her to *CHEESE*!
Today in this fast-paced world, the media is influential and we are unable to realize where it is leading our young generation. The influence is spread far and wide and the influence seems contagious; I must say mother’s four eyes[as they claim – one invisible pair of eyes at the back] in the present era doesn’t seem enough to look after their kids so what does that mean? Mothers need to buy more pair of eyes but from where?? It seems like these kids are innocent but once they start babbling the innocence evaporates leaving an absurd impression and my mum is always telling me and my little cousins about my childhood tales when she sees her little niece to be much cleverer than what I am even right now. According to my mommy[after talking to her nieces for several days], I am innocent and naive even at the age of 18 if compared to kids of 21st century though I have no idea if it really is the truth.
Friends Forever!
Something I always craved to tell you;
From the day one when we got through,
Indeed people like you are exceptionally few;
Never could imagine a person this true.
The way you make me laugh and smile;
Like no one ever does – in a unique style,
However time spent with you is worthwhile;
All I require is fulfilled with a dial.
Your support is a desirable need;
Thus world pays no heed,
The seed of friendship that we sowed indeed;
We’ll let it grow but never mislead.
I promise to never betray;
Always to walk by you– whether you’re near or far away,
Opposing every challenge by the world on our way;
Striving to reach the sky at the end of the glorious day.
Friendship demands naught but trust;
Do you know why is it MUST?
Protection of the chambers of heart from gluttony and lust;
A carefree bond which shall never rust.
This minute attempt may bring smile to your face;
Seeking it ubiquitously but couldn’t find any trace,
Walking to your heart with a great pace;
Perhaps chasing your splendid smiles to win the incredible race.
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