Sometimes..

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words,
Sometimes tears stain the stronger than the weak,
Sometimes the stars sparkle brighter than the sun,
Sometimes distance unites than divide,
Sometimes the lies are simpler than the truth,
Sometimes grief is much more contagious than a smile,
Sometimes living in the present is more difficult than planning a tomorrow,
Sometimes survival is much less destructive than surrender,
Sometimes just sometimes,
Love does not cause sorrow,
Hope is not a delight,
Pain is not a curse,
Time is not cruel,
Failure is not trying,
Happiness is not fatal,
Sometimes just sometimes,
One moment can last a forever.


Note: I am off for a vacation and I am not sure if I will have access to internet but I will try to catch up on your lovely blogs whenever I can. I don’t promise anything but I will try my best to write and share the little moments I enjoyed best during my trip. Love to you all. Until next time, live, love, Inspire & (don’t forget to) smile. Believe in yourself and you can conquer all your fears. Laters. 

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The Warrior Spirit

The first time when he touched her,
He claimed her soul to his breath,
She decided for his heart to be her home,
And together they vowed to never give it up,
Then one day, he took away her tomorrow,
Blended her boundless love with unlimited sorrow,
Since then, she had only known her shadow,
To be her ally in the darkness alone,
For every night when he was away,
She chose to drown in his memory,
Every morning when she woke up to an empty life,
She chose to deny the truth,
So she could surrender to the endless pain,
That pierced through her self-esteem,
Whenever she tried to say goodbye,
To the world they created together,
While he had left her behind to savor their doom,
She played with the broken pieces,
Of her withering and flickering heart,
So she could fool it just one last time,
With the hope that he will return,
And claim her to himself all over again,
But until then, she would survive the pain,
With a smile on her face,
And the warrior-spirited woman she is,
So don’t be late this time, she would be waiting.

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Stench of Sorrow

The solitude embraced her,
For the longest time,
She concealed her pain with a plastic smile,
A bottle of wine and sleepless nights,
Holding onto the fragments of false hope,
And the shattering memories came flooding back,
Tearing up her heart all over again,
This night which she thought would last forever,
Surprised her with bright morning light,
Invading her mind and all her weaknesses,
So she could undo the damage that numbed her senses,
The smell of alcohol faded with the tick-tock of the clock,
But would they not be stifled by the fumes of sorrow,
The stinging wounds that could smell bitter,
Than the alcohol on her breath,
She would give them the benefit of the doubt,
And let alcohol fool them all,
For oftentimes her heart could soundlessly shout,
For oftentimes she could motionlessly fall.

Diary of Nobody -XI-

Just because there wasn’t a forever with you – I feel there can never be one.

While our song plays on the radio tonight, I slip in and out of reality making emptiness and nothingness my peers along the way. I am numb to the emotions of life for now. Lately, I have been thinking about you a lot more than usual and it’s intriguing and confusing at the same time. Why can’t you just leave me alone?

I went for a stroll this morning. There were barely any cars out on the road at that hour and the sun was beginning to rise. I liked the city better at this time when it was quiet and peaceful. I inhaled the beauty of the serenity surrounding me and it was in a long while that I didn’t need music to accompany me. Usually, I disconnect myself to drown out the voice of the world with a pair of headphones and my music playlist but today I was trying my best to connect with the same world. I was cherishing the birds singing their songs in the distance. I hummed along with them but the morning was not the same after you had crossed my mind. Suddenly, I was taken back in time (just like that). I wanted to tuck my hand in the pocket of your coat so our fingers could be entwined while we walked.

I was wandering in the valley of our memories, far from reality. She held my hand and brought me back to face the real world. I looked down at this little four-year-old girl pulling down on my sweater’s sleeve. Your name escaped my lips and you were not a secret anymore. I didn’t realize that I had been crying until she pointed it out and demanded a reason for my tears. I panicked and ignored her question and became anxious if she had been out at this hour all by herself.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard her call out ‘Daddy, Look I am here’ to a man standing not more than ten steps away with his back facing us looking around for her.

I smiled at her and assured her I was fine. She couldn’t help being the usual quick-witted kid and bombarded me with detective questions like what had I been doing there; if I had been out with my father as well; why would I cry in the middle of the street; if I was scared when she held my hand and who is ‘your name’. I was astonished when she mentioned you not because she heard your name and remembered it but because she considered you an important question-mark-to-be-answered to reveal my mysterious story.

I knelt down so that I was face to face with her. I held both her hands in my hands and told her that I didn’t have answers to her questions but I had something that she would like. I fished through the pockets of my sweater to find this toy I have had from few days ago when I went to McDonald’s. The happiness spread across her face and I witnessed a sunrise right then and there. Her father called out her name again and she responded back with ‘I am coming’.

Before I realized, she hugged me tightly. I knew this was a goodbye hug. Overtime, I have become an expert in knowing how these hugs feel.

“I really like you. Will you like to be my friend? I don’t have many friends”, she whispered in my ear while hugging me.

Before I could respond, she continued: “I can be better than ‘your name’ and then you wouldn’t miss him.”

The tears rolled down my cheeks again and I whispered back that I would love to be her friend. She kissed me on my cheek and ran in the direction of her father.

The man politely smiled at me while she climbed on the shoulders of her father and waved me goodbye with a smile that will stay with me for the rest of my years.

I made my way back to the apartment while I mourned over this short-lived friendship. For the first time since I have known you, I realized I had confided in somebody other than you.

Wonderland

He held her hand,
Invited her to his wonderland,
She didn’t know how,
If after all these years he could allow,
A stranger in the creation of his mind,
Now that they shared one path to freedom,
They were lost for a reason,
They walked in silence,
Their eyes spoke volumes,
She didn’t let go of his hand,
The creator of their Wonderland.

They paved their way to Paradise,
Their endless journey of sacrifice,
He pushed away all his dreams,
She embraced his pain with her self-esteem,
Now that they shared one path to freedom,
Their worlds collided for a reason,
They walked for miles and miles,
Not a word uttered but their beautiful smiles,
She didn’t let go of his hand,
The creator of their Wonderland.

Their love grew with time,
Their desire to live together never died,
Differences was a part of their climb,
They had their reasons to question life,
They shared one path to freedom,
Love built them up for a reason,
They are old and fragile now but they keep walking,
They listen to the sound of silence in bliss but no talking,
They didn’t let go of each other’s hand,
The sustainers of the Wonderland.

LOVE (Valentines Special)

Love is a four letter word,
It can not describe my feelings for you,
The emotions buried deep down,
The warmth I feel when you’re around,
The tenderness of your hands — your touch,
The affection with which you watch me blush,
The fondness in your eyes when I dress you for work,
The passion burning wild within us,
All of this and much more,
I miss your laughs and the way you snore,
I miss your kisses and the quirky smile I adore,
Come back to me baby, I can’t take this anymore.

I hope you all had a lovely, romantic and a beautiful Valentines! Just a reminder, don’t declare one day as in 14th February for expressing love to your loved ones — do it as often as possible.

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My sister posing with her new ‘I Love You’ teddy bought by my dad for her. Happy Valentines ❤


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Day 10: What’s your best physical feature?

Well, I really can’t point out at one ‘best’ physical feature because the combination of every feature makes me what I look like and I think I look quite good (I like to believe that at least).

If the question would have been what physical feature I get most complimented for then I’d say my smile and eyes. I wear gray contacts and usually people are mistaken to believe that it’s the original color of my eyes until I clear that out to them (if I get asked). Other than that, since I have been a child, my parents and I get complimented a lot for my smile. The teachers in my school would tell my parents that they’d look forward to greet me and see me smile although I don’t get what it is about my smile because smile is supposed to be the same for everybody. So yeah, that’s what ‘people’ think while I can’t choose for myself my best physical feature.

Until again, Live, Love, Inspire & (don’t forget to) Smile. Believe in yourself and you can conquer all your fears.

Sharing is Caring -I-

This year, I would like to share and care for my Readers and WordPress. ‘Sharing is Caring’ will be all about ‘YOU’ and content that inspires me or have the potential to inspire and motivate me and you all. So yeah, don’t hesitate to share your love with me and others. After all, it’s all about spreading love and sharing smiles.

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Photographer: Jaweriah Shahbaz

 

I came across this picture few days ago on Facebook. I couldn’t resist asking the photographer if I could share it on my blog. Her positive response cheered me up immensely. As you all know, sharing is caring and ME, I am a sucker for good content whether it be pictures or prose or poetry or anything at all. Well, you all enjoy this beautiful sight of a sensational sunset. Until next time….
Live, Love, Inspire & (don’t forget to) Smile. Believe in yourself and you can conquer all your fears.

The flock of birds flying back to their homes,
The oceanic waves crashing on the sea-shore,
The horizon is for as far as I can see the infinity,
The scent of the beach and the moist sand beneath my feet
is all I bargained for.

 


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Angel in Disguise

This poem is written by a very good friend of mine, Amit Khatri. It moved me a lot and I couldn’t resist sharing. Hope you all enjoy his work as much as I do.

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Hiding behind that beautiful smile

You walk with me mile for mile

Carrying my burdens as if your own

Clearing my path of rock and stone

Ever be there someone so true

A devoted lover’s heart in you

How do I thank the one above

For sending to me my soul’s true love

You lay beside me in times of strife

And comfort me through this stifling life

You are my one, my all, my heavenly prize

My darling love – Angel in disguise


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Summer 1969 (Part I)

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Remember the summer of 1969?
He can’t get her face out of his mind,
The gleaming eyes and her smile so divine,
At the age of 17, love was kind,
Their love was innocent so were their hearts,
Nothing was right or wrong,
However the passion to master the art,
The art to love and to be loved lifelong,

Behind the trees,
Beneath the stars,  
They held hands, 
They vowed never to be apart, 
Life is time, 
They tried to rhyme,
And there they were,
Savoring love, 
With the burning scars. 

Can they forget the Summer 1969?
Delights of the young love re-defined,
Cherishing each other every single day,
Young love evaded the uncertainty on its way,
For them, love was a fairy-tale what everybody say,
The story of Cinderella, Snow-white or any other princess,
Where happily-ever-afters were never to decay,
Their naive vision has to be flawless,
Without realization, they were offered solace,
Life was brutal and now they knew,
Challenges may pursue their motives,
However, the flame of love would get them through,

Behind the trees,
Beneath the stars, 
They held hands, 
They vowed never to be apart, 
Life is time, 
They tried to rhyme, 
And there they were, 
Savoring love, 
With the burning scars. 

To Be Continued…