tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60053856915484898562024-03-18T20:59:27.302-07:00Expressions“It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in a language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.”Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-5246272022118803372011-09-03T22:15:00.000-07:002011-09-03T22:20:38.951-07:00It’s a donkey’s life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEP6-sbOEHf0Jc4Cz94Gy5QYIpFC40BXmH7UwhMf9-i6K3GFll5gJGdIOFaGJK_lK9Kw0XOL45nJDvICWNHwttgWg1YPT_ytHUkrYBjFihhAinqttKyI3BZ7cMctceKHTBFxPFquP7VA8/s1600/13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEP6-sbOEHf0Jc4Cz94Gy5QYIpFC40BXmH7UwhMf9-i6K3GFll5gJGdIOFaGJK_lK9Kw0XOL45nJDvICWNHwttgWg1YPT_ytHUkrYBjFihhAinqttKyI3BZ7cMctceKHTBFxPFquP7VA8/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648369251465117106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><b>When I watched the news of angry cricket fans pelting donkeys to protest against the alleged match-fixing by the Pakistani cricketers, with the photos and names of the players pasted on the donkeys’ heads, I just felt sorry for the poor animals. Come on! Why beat or scold the innocent creature when it did not indulge in corruption, match-fixing, floor-crossing or took bribes. We shower donkeys with rotten tomatoes and eggs and sometimes hang shoe necklace from their necks at protests, perhaps because the real culprits are at large and this humble animal is easy to reach. There is no harm in protesting but why are donkeys dragged into it every time? A more common habit among us is to label our friends and kids with names such as ‘donkey’ and ‘gadha’ when we witness some stupidity by them. Again, why blame the donkey? Did it do something stupid or asked that person to be a donkey? I really feel sorry for this innocent and humble animal. Donkeys are complex creatures, capable of many moods. They can be friendly, affectionate, independent, patient and even sad, and there is no questioning their intelligence. A donkey is as smart as any other animal around. Donkeys can be trained and tamed very well, and hardly become too wild to be handled by men. Though they are capable of kicking with both hind legs — what we call “dolatti” in Urdu, this is only when teased and their nerves are tested. A donkey doesn’t demand much attention but carries a lot of burden and can walk for miles. In simple terms, it is very economical to keep one as a beast of burden. Pakistan happens to have one of the largest populations of donkeys, around nine million. This low maintenance creature is used extensively for transport, whether riding or pulling carts. Donkey is mentioned in the Quran at seven places and a Hadith teaches us to recite ‘Astaghfaar’ and seek refuge upon hearing a donkey’s bray as Satan is present. Islam also teaches us to respect the rights of animals too but we seem to forget this and show no kindness to these beasts of burden. Islam also teaches us not to burden an animal beyond its capacity but we all have seen donkey carts full of heaps of goods and the animals being beaten harshly! Donkey carts, though slow, are a pollution-free means of transportation. But those who have a grudge against this poor creature are going to blame it for being slow. I think being slow is not as bad as the hazardous smoke and loud noise of our rickety buses and rickshaws. Cities like Karachi are famous for donkey cart races. Donkey carts, with their single riders guiding them masterfully on the streets of the city and making noise due to the pebble-filled cans attached to them, may be deemed dangerous by some residents. However, they are a unique Karachi feature and demonstrate the vibrancy present in the local communities. These races attract a lot of crowd and much money is made by the winners but the riders walk away with the cash and the donkeys only get grass to munch on. During the recent floods that hit Pakistan, donkeys were among the rescuers! Yes, Mr Donkey to the rescue! Due to vast destruction and inaccessibility of large areas, rescue work and aid was slow in reaching the flooded areas. As people were reaching out to the international community and aid agencies to help, the police guided 30 donkeys strapped with flour, rice, cooking oil and sugar along narrow, muddy tracks and mountain terrain to reach some villages. Looking at the so many good qualities and uses of this harmless creature, I must say that I admire the donkey, but I would like to apologise to it for the mistreatment it receives from us humans.</b></span></span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-50176090622093822262011-09-03T22:11:00.000-07:002011-09-03T22:14:11.140-07:00Laga reh!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " ><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-indent: 2.5em; ">August brought many eye-opening events to our nation this year. It all started with heavy floods across Pakistan, then took a turn when President Zardari went for a foreign trip and its related “Accidents”, then the Sialkot brutal act and now the Pakistani cricket team scandal.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-indent: 2.5em; ">It makes a normal citizen like me think about this country. Where will this happenings lead to us? If I just focus on our Cricket team, there was a “good “time when players like Wasim Akram and Javed Miandad came to the ground and game turned its side completely. I agree that Wasim Akram was blamed for “sattay bazi” but it was never proved. Our current Pakistani team is basically involved in other things apart from cricket more. Muhammad Asif is mostly found at Dubai Airport for having heroine in his luggage or later having a never ending dispute with Veena Malik. The 19 year old Muhammad Amir is found talking to girls in the crowd when he is standing at the boundary. The most surprising man in this scandal was Salman Butt.He is the guy who dedicates the victory of Pakistani Cricket team to social reasons like Flood and terrorism victims and now is claimed to be part of this Mazhar Majeed Scandal. It is already shameful for us as a nation that Mazhar Majeed is a Pakistani too .Later we claim that in countries like England and America, we are disgraced.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-indent: 2.5em; ">We have completely lost the element of self respect in us and then we claim that why so many calamities are surrounding us day by day. I had the same question in mind before seeing the Sialkot brutal act. I believe that the nation who has died inside and keeps itself silent on wrong acts can not hide itself from such problems.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-indent: 2.5em; ">Now the flood disaster, I totally agree with Imran Khan’s statement on Pukaar telethon that Why we seek international aid? Why cant 12 crore people support 2 crore people? Countries have labeled us with endless tags of corruption and yet we ask them to help. Our self prestige has died. Our very own “elected” officials and so called people in driving seat will take away all money that nation is providing in the name of those flood victims. The help will never reach them and the new palaces will built outside the country. In the end, the nation will suffer again. I believe that Corruption and dishonesty has become part of every Pakistani. Starting from leader to the general public, we do corruption. If a leader does that in millions, we do that in hundreds depending on the amount we can access to. Our situation is like Shehzad Roy’s song “<em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Laga reh</em>” .Like he says “<em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Naik woh hay jissay mauqa nahi mila</em>”.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-indent: 2.5em; ">Since early years, we have been told Pakistan is passing through important test. It’s a fault in our breeding now that is supposed to change now. For how many more years will we act like this? Why our norms and values have come to zero? Why can’t we live like responsible citizens? Our leaders treat us with this sentence “<em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; ">Inko mut jagao,ye kissi zaroori kaam say so rahe hain</em>” .I hear people saying that Pakistan will face a revolution this time but I doubt our abilities as of now. There is a huge difference between the 1947’s nation and current nation. Will a corrupted and a dishonest nation survive it? This question still remains unanswered.</p></span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-60996148256352758602010-03-30T21:45:00.001-07:002010-03-30T22:08:59.754-07:00Crying pen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTswUyWhyphenhyphenIPZoqDdIGwddfGrn4-vceykL9oXX2IkWyNyIwzZSA8-4pYtGYvhc9nFd3dbEbAH6aCpw0GHJtYKJ7gbfIOu7KhiXIe8zV_qQUDxEARXOftNThnYm3jxee-893GIQSMCbxO0/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTswUyWhyphenhyphenIPZoqDdIGwddfGrn4-vceykL9oXX2IkWyNyIwzZSA8-4pYtGYvhc9nFd3dbEbAH6aCpw0GHJtYKJ7gbfIOu7KhiXIe8zV_qQUDxEARXOftNThnYm3jxee-893GIQSMCbxO0/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454656426686139666" /></a><br />Hold me,Oh you<div>Don't move away from me</div><div>I like your touch</div><div>It makes me ,ME</div><div>Months have passed</div><div>and i have dried</div><div>Waiting for you to touch</div><div>after you cried</div><div>Let me convey your agony</div><div>I feel your pain in my dryness</div><div>My dry soul starts to ache</div><div>when i see you with a smile fake</div><div>You played with my ink</div><div>now i am loosing the our link</div><div>I want you back </div><div>before i dry</div><div>Listen to my cries!</div><div>Hold me ,Oh you</div><div>Once again</div><div>and make me your conveyor AGAIN!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-84505555244609518382009-11-09T13:29:00.000-08:002009-12-04T15:33:25.373-08:00Wait<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNMUQPtD2BfksbsA1HFmJNzngL2lGZKlO8nJ_ZNTKK8vDlB1GJE5oHuohCOnciuNhKQvFAxXL0PLoSwg-GmssbN5n9UimS_PpddUel1PskD51V30wZlWfJJjggwky_otgFsZISigw7hE/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNMUQPtD2BfksbsA1HFmJNzngL2lGZKlO8nJ_ZNTKK8vDlB1GJE5oHuohCOnciuNhKQvFAxXL0PLoSwg-GmssbN5n9UimS_PpddUel1PskD51V30wZlWfJJjggwky_otgFsZISigw7hE/s320/waiting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402233040349581426" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i>“</i></span></span><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/between_the_wish_and_the_thing_life_lies_waiting/12195.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i>Between my wish and your arrival my life lies </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i>waiting</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i>.</i></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i>”</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Waiting for sun to rise</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">and then wishing for moon to come.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">The day passes </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">and night departs.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Now i wonder sometimes</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">“</span></span><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/how_much_of_human_life_is_lost_in_waiting/294305.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">How much of human life is lost in </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">waiting</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">.</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">”</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">We fail to give</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">we regret to get!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">We dont comfort people </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">we make the life worse!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">We all wait</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">and let others wait too.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">We know the pain of waiting</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">still we make others wait.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Still it is called another color of Love.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Today i solemnly swear</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I fail to understand the colors of love</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and the reasons for wait"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-36249027467592748352009-06-04T18:44:00.001-07:002009-11-08T17:25:20.328-08:00You are special<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0iSbpwxQFr0t5uHM0NTvVynMmEREyMXdaYEcrmLf8hS8x8VkMTKK3iRkgSFOIzSljpL1eSv8Mg7bwmH9cZNPznoBIb3CA7QKZ8kUq1_Dqk4GwXjVQPMkCZJQBS9WNLO2uk94SZxIOBE/s1600-h/girl-sitting-watercolorl.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0iSbpwxQFr0t5uHM0NTvVynMmEREyMXdaYEcrmLf8hS8x8VkMTKK3iRkgSFOIzSljpL1eSv8Mg7bwmH9cZNPznoBIb3CA7QKZ8kUq1_Dqk4GwXjVQPMkCZJQBS9WNLO2uk94SZxIOBE/s200/girl-sitting-watercolorl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343653650387271154" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Running fingers through my hair<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I settle down on the bed</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Looking around for answer "already known"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Millions of thoughts rush in my mind</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">leading to one question</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why are you special?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You confess your love in the middle of sleep,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You wink at me at odd times,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You compliment me the best in my messy hair,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You read my mind easily,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You make me feel my need in life,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You bring me happiness and pleasure</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And you make every moment memorable.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I smile at you</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And whisper in your ear</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You are special"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-65254095876416053342009-04-01T03:27:00.000-07:002009-04-01T03:32:32.294-07:00Hate or Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppymB02mg7470cKFAwGttClXdZ1y77mmtybiubCwG_YCsFgelSigAAOV2gi2MRZuu6jRQakkjoBT_W7VKq95TFAfIG9ccEn_teAcIDIge7-wdRwnhdCQo8F9IgutrDtjdseLWzgIT8lc/s1600-h/lovehateblot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppymB02mg7470cKFAwGttClXdZ1y77mmtybiubCwG_YCsFgelSigAAOV2gi2MRZuu6jRQakkjoBT_W7VKq95TFAfIG9ccEn_teAcIDIge7-wdRwnhdCQo8F9IgutrDtjdseLWzgIT8lc/s320/lovehateblot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668950669416466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In fire,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i singe</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is going to burn me alive</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My skin has burnt</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My soul is parched</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My bones catch this fire</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You touched me everywhere</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">now where should i run away?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tell me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the place where you wont barge in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How am i going to survive?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shall i do something with this knife?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and just close my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You completed me in perfect way</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and left me in the middle of this way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like you always said</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"you will have more prints of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">on your soul"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but now these prints</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">make me moan!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I feel your touch in the middle of night</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i feel someone holding me tight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want to hate you tonight</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so that i can stay out of your sight</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S:I was impressed by this "When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay"</span></span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-11398192117210983642009-03-27T20:08:00.000-07:002009-03-27T22:18:27.219-07:00Like a river<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiow6I5BvQue0W7GHRfbg77_7CRG78EaqVvK7ZSHCHsDC6_RCqBN4ov9Cm7vlpjJhZNzGx_SXT_dxwWdLt1Bk2zAki71r9SI6PMjE3zzg1s7zWT1NVCHv-g_yeuLyGmmhOxUnR5oOcKKus/s1600-h/327262.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiow6I5BvQue0W7GHRfbg77_7CRG78EaqVvK7ZSHCHsDC6_RCqBN4ov9Cm7vlpjJhZNzGx_SXT_dxwWdLt1Bk2zAki71r9SI6PMjE3zzg1s7zWT1NVCHv-g_yeuLyGmmhOxUnR5oOcKKus/s320/327262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318092131089752962" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Just like the first day,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >our love again changed.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Like it kept changing its ways.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >But through every hurdle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >we were together,the same.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Today,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >We walk beside each other</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >just like the river banks.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Who stay side by side till the end</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >but never meet in any bend.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >There is going to be love unsaid</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >and broken hearts</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >which we could not mend.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >We called each other our fate</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >but now this is what we became!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Still we can hear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >still we can feel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >still we rule on each other. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">But still we hold our love in between</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">just like this clean water</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Because we walk together like a river.</span></span></span></span><br /></div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-10395298035120784242009-03-09T19:57:00.000-07:002009-05-21T13:56:54.635-07:00Its March again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8PTN-COeitGs2GqhbqV7hUZrwPLhRFPXphF203taDLzbcZhlOzWtEXRxtl4ZyPKKHf6e9bqBvSuYRqPaOOu2bmJFLoQMbWK810ErTUCWcrCbhzUiXQpi0X52cbCi_g9tPL2ztSKaGzo/s1600-h/art_60323_bench1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8PTN-COeitGs2GqhbqV7hUZrwPLhRFPXphF203taDLzbcZhlOzWtEXRxtl4ZyPKKHf6e9bqBvSuYRqPaOOu2bmJFLoQMbWK810ErTUCWcrCbhzUiXQpi0X52cbCi_g9tPL2ztSKaGzo/s320/art_60323_bench1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311425692618232514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">Standing in front of the calender,i smiled.Yes,March is here again.Month that makes me crazy.<br />A refined day it was,dark clouds on the sky and wind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chang</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ing</span> its directions.A little rainy day it was in fact.<br />A girl saw this weather from her classroom's window and sighed in a low voice,making sure her sir does not hear her properly.She was not attentive in her class ,she had no interest what her sir was saying in the lecture.All she was thinking of the beautiful weather outside and planning for the snacks she is going to have after this period with her friends.While thinking this,she passed a "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Parchi</span>" to her friend,stating "Let this sir go,we will go out to canteen before the next teacher comes and i wan chocolate ice cream,Pass it to the rest of the gang" and winked at her.<br />Before she could open her eye again,she heard"Now the summary will be told by her" ,she looked around to see who is in the sir's trap right now?.All the gang was looking at her with blank faces."My idea was not that bad",she said to herself.She looked at her sir and lost</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"> her breath.It was HER!!!Her sir was about to burst on her but the gate keeper rang the bell."<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yaaay</span>,Period over".She ran outside the class before sir could pull her ears.Her gang joined her too outside the canteen."Crap,where is canteen boy now?Its locked".They looked at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">each other</span> with great disappointment."Its Urdu language period now and you are free,Why <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">don't</span> you grab things when canteen boy comes and come to class room after this period,we have recess,we can have latest hot gossips with cold ice cream".Before she could agree,her friends left.Now its again her job,she thought.<br />She settled in the nearby bench and looked at the sky."Crap,What is he doing here,why he wants me to study this boring physics ppr.I hope he does not see me free now"she mumbled while lo</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">oking</span> at her sir."Young lady,what are you doing here?Enjoying weather?...."Without waiting for her answer,he continued."You were not listening to the lecture today,So i thought i should give you questions so that you get the concept how to solve the questions on Current.Here you are,Return them tomorrow.This is the only single copy i got." and he left.<br />"Sigh,I wonder from where he gets these brilliant ideas?HUH.Cant he see i am enjoying my free period.Now I gotta do this right now.Otherwise,he is surely going to take me to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">princi</span> office"<br />She looked at the question paper and started reading the question."<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mmmm</span>,i hate current.What is the point of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">asking</span> me the current in this wire has and i hate this Flemming's left...mm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ri</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ght</span>..whatever hand rule,am skipping this question 1 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">because</span>......."She looked above from the ppr.And her eyes stopped there.<br />There he was coming out from his class.She smiled at him."His presence made her skip beat of her heart,Standing ten feet away he makes her feel different</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">.When he is around,world does seem different,no noise,no problem.Its just like a lake,in the middle of it,ripples like a stone thrown from far away made by his presence." She blushed at his gaze and looked down at her paper just to avoid his gaze.It hit her mind that she has dared him to say it again on weekend.She laughed inside and said"He cant say that in school premises,He is already having tough time with the old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">princi</span> these days".She looked above and he went inside the corridor."He is going to loose the bet this time",she jumped in her heart.<br />Before she could concentrate on the next question.He was there again."There is no use of roaming around me ,I am going to win the bet this time".He crossed her and went to the canteen and</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"> knocked at the window.And window opened!Her mouth fell open."How come?Canteen was open?"Before she could give herself a hard punch ,he turned his neck around and looked at her.She pretended as if she was not looking at him.<br />Again looked at the damn question ppr she still had to solve.She continued with it but not able to concentrate.<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Every time</span> he was around,she just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">couldn't</span> concentrate on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">any other</span> thing.Same thing was happening again.She still kept her gaze low.<br />He came to her and smiled at her."How are you?" he asked her."Good",she blushed.He bent over her to put the her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">fav</span> cookies "Chocolate Chip cookies" beside her(That was a so called reason).Her cheeks and ears turned red and warm.She felt heat flowing out of her ears and cheeks.And</span><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIJs8UXfrijGQbxvi5NXnkIttU03fuSZK3yWu10ZRyeI3_lQAYAHZl7YbACXkrT5NqJ4MFWtqM8Td6Pn7DW7Tf0b5dOXkRuXbGs1H5sQ1gcDb2EbOCt5Hlv6Ef7JKAHbZwRWfozrzvGQ/s1600-h/eggless-cranberry-chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIJs8UXfrijGQbxvi5NXnkIttU03fuSZK3yWu10ZRyeI3_lQAYAHZl7YbACXkrT5NqJ4MFWtqM8Td6Pn7DW7Tf0b5dOXkRuXbGs1H5sQ1gcDb2EbOCt5Hlv6Ef7JKAHbZwRWfozrzvGQ/s320/eggless-cranberry-chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311425842654999618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> he whispered slowly in her ears "I.... love.... you".She jumped on these words though she has heard it several time but </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">every time</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> he said it in a different but beautiful way.But this time,it was </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">toooo</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> close. She looked at him.His face was </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">just</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> few inches away ,Their eyes met for two seconds.They lived the meaning of those three words in the time.He felt her shyness and stepped back while winking at her.All she could do was give him a smile,he loved.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Again the bell rang and it was recess time.She ran away to her class without ice cream.Her friends gathered around her and said"Ice cream must have melted by now,you know </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">na</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> how much the </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Urdu</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> teacher speaks.,but we will eat the melted ones".She mumbled "No,i melted outside....."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">P.S: Next day,when her physics sir asked her </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">abt</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> the question paper.She </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">couldn't</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> remember where she left that paper."I told you,i had only one copy.How can you forget where did you put that ppr?" She uttered "There was something else worth remembering"and she lowered her gaze with a proud heart.</span><br /><br /></span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-2247690547816684612009-02-06T18:04:00.000-08:002009-03-27T18:44:34.600-07:00Happy Valentine's day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-NdgSSR8BK24w4FW8A-zW81ffeYWI69qvEQZEOF8NpZdDwUo9ZQnG0Q_175L4eIlTIngrPHjkthJBbAQ9Iih9yvg65echmSh3thQaW10-vI23c7qQ3IINlKAJC4xg6iFIvHCPNpgCdg/s1600-h/bouquet4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-NdgSSR8BK24w4FW8A-zW81ffeYWI69qvEQZEOF8NpZdDwUo9ZQnG0Q_175L4eIlTIngrPHjkthJBbAQ9Iih9yvg65echmSh3thQaW10-vI23c7qQ3IINlKAJC4xg6iFIvHCPNpgCdg/s320/bouquet4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299873260494325346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Oh, my lo</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ve</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Lets celebrate t</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >oday.<br />In the busy world race,<br />take an off today.<br />Spend this time with me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">so again we live</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">the love we feel.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Sit with me in the darkness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and show me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">light you have blazed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Deep inside me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and around me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Let me burn myself in flames.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The world seems to be different</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I now know what love meant</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You taught me to live again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">True is what you said</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"Heart is pure,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">fate lies in your foot,for sure"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Hold my hand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and take me anywhere</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I desire to close my eyes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and walk on the path you choose</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">because its Valentine's day!</span><br /></span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-24301610740942236972009-01-02T21:55:00.000-08:002009-11-08T17:32:48.217-08:00When the page turns...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShgomVbWfzU70XEuG3HiLjBThy4X3d-7xkxXUfx9-feIVnmA-Aa5TyiBdnRZPSZ3etA5f318114jw_pXaChGSFtmMGk5XJ26yu1PjN3h4hrWfaMiY-L2M3jsKT1vO6sG7EarpiLYa-5I/s1600-h/hand.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShgomVbWfzU70XEuG3HiLjBThy4X3d-7xkxXUfx9-feIVnmA-Aa5TyiBdnRZPSZ3etA5f318114jw_pXaChGSFtmMGk5XJ26yu1PjN3h4hrWfaMiY-L2M3jsKT1vO6sG7EarpiLYa-5I/s320/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286956002141244818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">New Year has just started, Today is 2</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nd</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> January. Winter seems to be on its peak these days. Chilly winds blowing at night gives your spine a winter touch. Life in a desert seems to be very very different when you have lived in one of the busiest cities of country before.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seeing the world outside Pakistan has been my one of the greatest dreams. Who would not love to visit this Saudi Arabia? Being a Muslim, we have a special attraction to this land. Seeing the </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ka'aba</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is the best part of this country. The feeling one gets on the first glimpse of the Holy place is unexplainable.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family:georgia;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Desert is a wonderful place to see, for miles and miles all you can see is sand and somewhere between camels. The night part is the best. It seems as if God has spread the black stars blanket all over the place. No buildings are here to disturb your vision. Stand on the sand with closed eyes, it seems cold breeze is taking everything from you.</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family:georgia;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This explanation seems to be from a very "normal" person. The feelings are mine, words are mine but all this is not the way I felt while experiencing. This "was" the way I wanted to feel whenever I thought of visiting this land.</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the day time and falling in at night"</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If there is hell on earth, it exists for a person who has lost his relations. There is an unspeakable grief that never entirely goes away. There is belief that as time goes on the pain diminishes. My pain grew stronger. My life had come to standstill. Nothing matter to me anymore. I do not blame anyone for the pain because somewhere I was the part of reason. My blood relations turned bitter and the cost of bitterness turned into my emptiness.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have been a very lively girl with little moody feeling inside. I never made friends easily, during my early years of school I was never able to "label" someone as my "Best Friend" and I never felt a need of best friend. My friends have been there always through up and down. I was all same to everyone in class and around. I had been the prankster of class. It was always very easy for me to crack a simple joke in the middle of a hot discussion. Then laughing out loudly not seeing that people might be noticing me. Gossips about me never bothered me at all. Smiling was my habit. No matter how bad I was feeling inside but smile was on my face always. In the academic way.i was a normal student. I only studied when I wanted to. And Thanks to my teachers who did not bother me much on my academics because they knew that I will handle my books. I had no major hobbies, no book reading, no painting, and no typical hobbies. I wanted to be free in my free time and i "lived" my free time. Friends came, friends left but I never stopped. I always had the positive approach towards my life and relations in fact everything. I moved on with my own buddies and fellows. Questioning anyone was not my habit. I believed "if someone has to say anything to me, come to me. I am such an easy person to talk with”. Thanks to my friends who understood me and we never had that question quiz between us. I still remember that some of my friends who were little "girlish" at heart came to me for cheering themselves up. I would just divert their attention from their thoughts and after couple of minutes they were back on track.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Days turned into months and then years. I remained the same. People sometimes labeled me as “immature, silly, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">jhaalli</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pagli</span></span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but I lived without labels. Whenever someone named me, I would just laugh and say “They do not know how to live the real life”. I was living the way I wanted.Ups and down came but never ever I was frozen. Autumn and winter gave me warmth and reasons to smile.Summer and spring made me see the nature. Years brought me "Life”. Whenever I heard “winter makes people sad”, it made me confuse. I used to think" why don't they enjoy the first rain of winter? It makes your soul wet! Eating ice cream in winter is the real beauty when you learn to warm your hands from the cold bowl of ice cream. Slow driving on roads gives you time to see around,Running in the fog gives you the feeling of walking on straight path without fear....."</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then life started to test me like others, it was harsher than I could handle. People did not give me wounds; it was my past and my very own life. The past that came haunting me after 10 years. Things which I have forgotten in this period stood in front of me like a horror movie being played again and again. I still have no questions to ask, friends who knew me more than myself and did not ask a single question. They did not say even a single word when I needed someone to talk and listen to me about things. When I suffocated in never-ending blames of acts I did not do,I sent my friends away for their safety and repute from me ....my act was not noticed. And more labels were glued....</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now I am on a trip to the same country. I never thought I would see </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ka'aba</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> in this situation</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Being lonely was on greatest fear of my life and now am actually living my fear. I never thought my so-called ideas would stand in front of me like huge mountains haunting me to death. The fears that drowned me to the Dead Sea. My life changed who ruined me from inside. The huge malls do not fascinate me; I have no interest in people around me. People do not make difference here now. Now I only know “</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Zahra</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> would never watch a sunset or walk through beautiful garden. She would never see a flight of birds or feel a warm summer breeze. She would never taste an ice cream cone or enjoy a movie or play. She would never know the joy of falling in love,and having a family. Never, never, never”. This time the page turned, it marked my end. </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom but we hope it, we know it.....</span></span></span></span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-9983342888582202742008-12-17T07:59:00.000-08:002009-03-27T18:47:17.592-07:00Goodbye 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4EqB-xbBN0ItZpJF5PoB9hv5sqRbR5HCapAZmP_S-Nt2RS3yYo6-BEdYBI0AcudFGbPx5dJcuWoKcyY1hndZNyi1E5ith7G6uqCPXyHcL2ny3dWUZMH2kYasfABi8Vf8anIAQRlhgN4/s1600-h/calendar_001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804234408064450" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 228px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4EqB-xbBN0ItZpJF5PoB9hv5sqRbR5HCapAZmP_S-Nt2RS3yYo6-BEdYBI0AcudFGbPx5dJcuWoKcyY1hndZNyi1E5ith7G6uqCPXyHcL2ny3dWUZMH2kYasfABi8Vf8anIAQRlhgN4/s320/calendar_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Days have passed<br />now memories only last<br />Time did not stop<br />no matter how strongly i fought<br />2008 is about to leave<br />One thing i say today<br />"please never return 2008<br />no happiness you gave<br />and every time i failed<br />you took my relations away"<br />It is my final word today<br />"Goodbye 2008"</div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-78408625935754765172008-11-24T20:07:00.000-08:002009-03-30T09:36:55.622-07:00Wilting Rose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1LRUG-ctLp4E_f8xndsuX0KBObjN4X_oWNDbUI-Hm5s8t48M3p0QCva0wyFZtcn3lpberjABJWtTiQWDDTdelpy5DuO5eA4iqgmgIpo8bdiEcDSK_CbE9Sj4Q04NHXdrdgUAPweNxXk/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1LRUG-ctLp4E_f8xndsuX0KBObjN4X_oWNDbUI-Hm5s8t48M3p0QCva0wyFZtcn3lpberjABJWtTiQWDDTdelpy5DuO5eA4iqgmgIpo8bdiEcDSK_CbE9Sj4Q04NHXdrdgUAPweNxXk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272445109503619458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Days have passed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Those nights did not last</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our scent was lost</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">After the day we fought</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">I halted there</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">knowing that one day</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">you will come here</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">I know my mistakes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">which my selfish love made</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Now i can recall</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">how many times you have stopped</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">I don't know where i went wrong</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">unable to explain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">unable to explore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">This is the only thing i know</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">"It doesn't hurt to be honest you know"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Your these words</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">make me beg my Lord</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">I understand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">am bit too late</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">but please be my mate!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Touch this wilting rose</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">from your hand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">and grant it the love it lacked</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-51937838614819505312008-11-17T16:01:00.000-08:002009-03-27T18:48:02.473-07:00The winter is back again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhteZOpmt_4BWZRiparYliCANTvD8OnHMSGQornEm3cAcX3o7Wwo3Rkim6nMuHPu_oLv5ao7MyRl5zHS6zGY34qJHRPeidbbGyls2p40r_uHteIvBzjI4zjcqDaXYTnQSaERBx6i9U28H8/s1600-h/photo_p_181.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269790416368322706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 210px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhteZOpmt_4BWZRiparYliCANTvD8OnHMSGQornEm3cAcX3o7Wwo3Rkim6nMuHPu_oLv5ao7MyRl5zHS6zGY34qJHRPeidbbGyls2p40r_uHteIvBzjI4zjcqDaXYTnQSaERBx6i9U28H8/s320/photo_p_181.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Chilly winds blowing<br />Dry leaves falling<br />No birds flying<br />On a window,<br />she is standing.<br />Weather is changing<br />so is her life...<br />No wind gives her a feeling<br />with a silence she's standing<br />Silk gown she is wearing<br />She is only starring<br />deep through barren forest ahead<br />Her arms are still bleeding<br />No tears have left her eyes<br />Crying eyes she's carrying<br />Dark clouds are surrounding again.<br />Thunders she is hearing<br />but still she's standing<br />No thunder scares her anymore<br />It's raining now<br />Tiny drop fall<br />on her hand wound<br />With a feeling she blinks<br />Uttering in a low voice<br />while turning<br />"you back?<br />Oh,the winter is back again"</div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-53940614660611338412008-11-10T15:15:00.000-08:002009-03-27T18:48:24.698-07:00No,Am departing...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdZm9xz8obtOe9Gsu0HTpU7hO8iAkbPyUI0loH_Ub1sLBMlYjlLfxkNlW4cnFfoCprhQGxi2tD7J7Ns-_f4WqRNx0KHYFNnoTSjR0IKoh-nUY0_MNvZMlGdWMNwbQKcX7aRDPyNRUwSs/s1600-h/6063-tears-in-my-eyes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267178754774606818" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 265px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdZm9xz8obtOe9Gsu0HTpU7hO8iAkbPyUI0loH_Ub1sLBMlYjlLfxkNlW4cnFfoCprhQGxi2tD7J7Ns-_f4WqRNx0KHYFNnoTSjR0IKoh-nUY0_MNvZMlGdWMNwbQKcX7aRDPyNRUwSs/s320/6063-tears-in-my-eyes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Feeling as numb as ever<br />it feels as if i have a high fever<br />Standing outside the airport<br />with trolley full of luggage<br />things which have no need<br />Looking at the lights around<br />I feel the darkness surround<br />Someone tells me "check in is open"<br />i turn around to look<br />strange faces i only faces<br />With my head low,<br />I step ahead<br />on the unknown path that lead.<br />Old man gives me my boarding pass<br />I gaze at it<br />to know my destination<br />Blank paper i can only see<br />I ask the old man<br />"Where am i going?"<br />He blesses me with his hand<br />"lucky you are,<br />going to the holy country"<br />Giving him a fake smile<br />i move ahead<br />while questioning myself<br />"Will i find peace in the holy city?<br />Isn't God same everywhere?"<br />weird thoughts inside<br />with whom i daily fight.<br />I stand up on my final call<br />to the plane i move.<br />Settling on one seat<br />my tears meet my cheeks<br />Air hostess comes and ask<br />"Are you alright ma'am?"<br />with a low voice i utter<br />"No,Am departing...."</div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-56253575962565825052008-11-10T14:58:00.000-08:002009-03-27T18:48:32.623-07:00Hope has died again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVYWkhE8EFaZoncS23n_FpAbsCydsQE53lFsxLl9LqmPZAuttrsQ2BlhaksUzhAH2jtLNt17B-ao7eTQClql9BThz8PQRdFm62fDtGnCCju_PXehiuKsJWXE1rzCAoLWLYD8w8j8s36Y/s1600-h/candle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267171222328633618" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVYWkhE8EFaZoncS23n_FpAbsCydsQE53lFsxLl9LqmPZAuttrsQ2BlhaksUzhAH2jtLNt17B-ao7eTQClql9BThz8PQRdFm62fDtGnCCju_PXehiuKsJWXE1rzCAoLWLYD8w8j8s36Y/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Hope has died again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">No one is aware of feelings dead</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Darkness is spreading around</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">coz the only burning candle is blown away.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">God knows the every detail</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">now in the life test i have failed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Afraid of darkness around,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i touch my bleeding wounds</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">to hear a voice only</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Not thinking of pain anymore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">'coz Hope has died again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">No one is aware of feelings dead</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-25658698207936701342008-09-14T02:16:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:48:50.097-07:00Simple Love Story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq20y_6pRdqEIaMi9kegfhHo0pgZSnRMvL4EBZuX0NjpLR5rdtZ43aAMUh-BYA4Re-7ntc17d3rjwLMOOGsyk2eCAPHVKt3_ybrnCJXZeGNeUYPiBt4iKFnts1JH629lO55hdzLnjHQkU/s1600-h/n631828979_1769086_6290.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286583503270361666" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq20y_6pRdqEIaMi9kegfhHo0pgZSnRMvL4EBZuX0NjpLR5rdtZ43aAMUh-BYA4Re-7ntc17d3rjwLMOOGsyk2eCAPHVKt3_ybrnCJXZeGNeUYPiBt4iKFnts1JH629lO55hdzLnjHQkU/s320/n631828979_1769086_6290.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotAnQ3w77FLm5eWZrXUOmr96Cthh-aN9fvjwMh59RFTt83J15gxmDDHmMU-WMjLn97sWvZGw152pY53rPhhT1JBEfZ5HDnleYzVozzg5tBL0XcKGt7kLPu-4UDW_d0nQrJrSbi8cM8Uc/s1600-h/candle.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Come,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">If you can hear me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I will tell you a story,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">story i saw!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">It is not a story of a day,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">it is a indeed a story of a moth</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">who lived and died</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">who just knew how to love.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Knowing everything around</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">once he forgot...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">in which he somewhere lost.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Loving a candle was his fault</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">coz his identity he forgot.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Then came a dark night,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">night which had no light.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Seeing bright candle in the darkness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Moth forgot...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Not knowing the reality of life,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">just aware of pure love inside.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Moth just touched the candle......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Now the candle does not sleep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">after that dark night.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">which wrote a eternal love tale.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Candle only cries!</span></div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-33756482759661704702008-09-07T19:13:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:49:17.304-07:00Life stopped<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1DPlLIYoeK1H5VDfgTEyQTfx1OG-jHtSAjf7kEX3OqrAJU0ekVIetllMpDDx5ojR_IF57YGvFqAUGW1rfi7Deqz1u43CunxbdhU0iPfpmkSJXO7dcRIJChUT7B7kU4zCPaRZFvnrhlo/s1600-h/lo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1DPlLIYoeK1H5VDfgTEyQTfx1OG-jHtSAjf7kEX3OqrAJU0ekVIetllMpDDx5ojR_IF57YGvFqAUGW1rfi7Deqz1u43CunxbdhU0iPfpmkSJXO7dcRIJChUT7B7kU4zCPaRZFvnrhlo/s320/lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243472647987654098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">No words on her lips,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">she stand on the road forsaked.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Not knowing anything around,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">not even aware of her destination now.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">She is all silent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but inside she is fighting</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">all with herself.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Telling her soul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">what she listened is all so true.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Everything has changed.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">She suffocates in the cool breeze,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">part of her is dying today</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and she cant save!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Colors he sprinkled</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">all over her soul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">are fading away.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Taking away all her strengths</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and leaving her barren.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">She asks</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"did he ever love my soul or</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">he loved something else?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Was it part of me?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Lips so dry and blue,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">it seems all her dreams have shattered</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">who were soon coming true</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Her voice is lost inside</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">her eyes so blank</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">There she disappears in fog</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">promising herself.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"I wont come back to life ever"</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-31308872518117002552008-09-04T19:03:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:49:37.341-07:00Dance on tunes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gsecRC3mWkkXZiEyljAtPP2rRwwAevM01vDxtVNZXvZZR2EL1m2B7TlNWg6N0gEjwzE7VQTq7sBulPoudFJcet2jiM_b7MHvYQ6fpzujYOzyk80uOH6COSvDDuOigJH5cMBYLCbWiSA/s1600-h/Couple+Dance+blur.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gsecRC3mWkkXZiEyljAtPP2rRwwAevM01vDxtVNZXvZZR2EL1m2B7TlNWg6N0gEjwzE7VQTq7sBulPoudFJcet2jiM_b7MHvYQ6fpzujYOzyk80uOH6COSvDDuOigJH5cMBYLCbWiSA/s320/Couple+Dance+blur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242354942624014690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Hold my hand in yours</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and slapdash me in the lime light</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">where we are not aware of presence of people anymore.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Bring me close,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">let your sight peep in me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and witness me deeply</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">not making me feel awkward in your eyes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">See inside me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">deep inside.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Place which still i haven't explored!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Sketch my inner picture in your eyes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">'coz now i want to see myself from your way.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Place your other hand on my back</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">letting me feel you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">filling spaces where i lack.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Little conscious i get</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You move the hair lock from my face</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">caressing me on the back of my ear.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">With little shyness on my face,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">you come closer and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">kiss my neck.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">With confused look on my face</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i gaze.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You turn me around</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapaMkO3OO3Lw5kDORtKbv73GMm7KxdaJ_zf0VdnhIP2QUSL-9WBdqJX724P5A97dW_WKs1Ze_nhdiLizsBAb9MNuhu0KrtVBgkvSWu-jecciLgn3lUkBnXRugbMOsAEMQHbG0ZVmGGrc/s1600-h/wedding-dance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapaMkO3OO3Lw5kDORtKbv73GMm7KxdaJ_zf0VdnhIP2QUSL-9WBdqJX724P5A97dW_WKs1Ze_nhdiLizsBAb9MNuhu0KrtVBgkvSWu-jecciLgn3lUkBnXRugbMOsAEMQHbG0ZVmGGrc/s320/wedding-dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242355149344798066" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">on the pure tunes of heart.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and whisper me in my ear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"let's dance on heart tunes"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">while touching my heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The strings of my heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">gave a music to my song</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">we were lost at last in</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">the beats of our heart.....</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-90575961742709030102008-08-26T14:45:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:50:21.366-07:00full of lies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20BoroaermXsutlSIJcsAGFKx-HxsqKyRAQmnNAUGSh743dMdoIg-NfURr3uhNQmWTLzrvF7x5mvYC4P4JnoT_x87-U-WxkjJLGQCx88vrkgXEjAU4OcNcYsEcBvIY1w3Anq6APUMjk8/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20BoroaermXsutlSIJcsAGFKx-HxsqKyRAQmnNAUGSh743dMdoIg-NfURr3uhNQmWTLzrvF7x5mvYC4P4JnoT_x87-U-WxkjJLGQCx88vrkgXEjAU4OcNcYsEcBvIY1w3Anq6APUMjk8/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239163473045315474" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="smller"><br /></h3> <div class="para"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">With the bright monochromatic dream,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Am the wounded clown tired of lying?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I just want one tear of pity,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Wet this parched throat</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">With your red drops.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Because to me a dream is a black death</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">When I wake up in the morning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Am resurrected again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Am tired of repeating the same thing everyday</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Are you tired of living?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Or of dying? </span></div>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-28957272851084729512008-08-11T08:01:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:50:31.999-07:00Happy Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFuDn8uTU8oaJbn7dauhVRfmmlK735z_nM2uALvxiBCIQb7zHL6mQOPpFa65Je4R0nTqE0aM4PAqhbyIZj4DQBuXQy0jrUzTs-tqJ9TOmH73SEfJJ9KNoHKdD1h9TAM9QSUG7wY-WORA/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFuDn8uTU8oaJbn7dauhVRfmmlK735z_nM2uALvxiBCIQb7zHL6mQOPpFa65Je4R0nTqE0aM4PAqhbyIZj4DQBuXQy0jrUzTs-tqJ9TOmH73SEfJJ9KNoHKdD1h9TAM9QSUG7wY-WORA/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233278860980366386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Burning one candle on cake,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i let the darkness go away!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i smile on this scene,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">remembering the way he made my life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Making me forget my fears</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and making me smile in tears.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I promise myself that</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">on this special day i wont cry.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Standing in front of window,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i feel the world so happy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">'coz someone is celebrating his day.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I whisper in wind's ear,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"Happy birthday pagal"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">with few kisses i sent.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Knowing that his window will be open,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">this wish will wake him up</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and I'll be the first one to wish.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">If i was near,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">he would surely jump from bed,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Before i could hug him</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">He's going to gaze.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">And from his beautiful eyes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I will know.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Touching his lips with mine,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i feel his another print on me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">When i will look at him again,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">he's going to make me blush.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">With a smile on face,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i came back to the reality.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I cit the cake,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">feeling his presence near</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and sing song for him</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"Happy birthday to you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">May you have many more"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Claps echoes in my ears</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and i sit on the floor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">with gift in hand.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Starring the candle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and waiting to hear him once again!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">P.s:This is my really personal poem and is dedicated to someone really special:) and dont comment on it badly:D</span><br /></span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-898271905027473832008-08-11T07:52:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:50:54.763-07:00Friends left<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EfpmKctC3_Y3EvLYVW681zmHvHUKdGyKstOetilLJrvhOw4acae4vCfZ5lZmIr3OvLWBbIZoq1Kz5XzJ5URaRWDXzAjPPRJgAAWnzaE_q7-YYcNBTgL47WL6TMkPpY31tSycR86lt0U/s1600-h/hands.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EfpmKctC3_Y3EvLYVW681zmHvHUKdGyKstOetilLJrvhOw4acae4vCfZ5lZmIr3OvLWBbIZoq1Kz5XzJ5URaRWDXzAjPPRJgAAWnzaE_q7-YYcNBTgL47WL6TMkPpY31tSycR86lt0U/s320/hands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233282524969705218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Oh you people who left,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I wish you only happiness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I want to wish you all only luck,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">So enjoy every step.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You all were beautiful mates</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">coz everytime you made my life safe,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Together we played,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">together we fought,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">together we laughed.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">And you all will live in my heart,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I appologize for being bad sometimes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and i know you all will forgive!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Cant explain fun and happiness you brought,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">thanks to all of you!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Reason we are apart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">is my wrong act</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">But that was the best way i had,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I dont want to take your time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">coz now its not mine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and now cant explain reasons for miles.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Today am leaving you all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">with best wishes in heart.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">May you get all you desire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">coz am ready to burn in this fire,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Sometimes its better to say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">than to fight.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">So here's a final goodbye</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Dont call me from back,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I may not be able to get again strong</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">May God bless you all!</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-53207271126551954112008-08-11T07:38:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:50:59.204-07:00Happiness Path<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2S-h2bkVc5G2-E0rLC_FjJ4q2liszppxJZnalCzc6WtTKEKW_YosbMKX_jbPgOzAD5YnNlaNkRog5VILWkjTixiDYgn-HoK8K5k-5pvWig2_D2OiF8arMXDF2MOy9S6rbpY_qC_IGAA/s1600-h/kk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2S-h2bkVc5G2-E0rLC_FjJ4q2liszppxJZnalCzc6WtTKEKW_YosbMKX_jbPgOzAD5YnNlaNkRog5VILWkjTixiDYgn-HoK8K5k-5pvWig2_D2OiF8arMXDF2MOy9S6rbpY_qC_IGAA/s320/kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233282683436065682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Packing my all belonging,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i set off for the last journey</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Not aware if any destination</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but still i walk.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">My heart is heavy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and my soul aches.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The path is dark</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but i walk to search for a light.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Light that will brighten my life</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and will never fuse.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">with silent prayers on my lips</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i walk scared on the path.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I talk to God in my heart,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">telling Him how scared am i</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I pray to him</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"O Lord,grant me happiness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i ask for his presence</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i wish he will ask for mine"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Lost in his thoughts</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i walk.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Stopping by a board</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">saying"This way happiness"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Before i moved to the happiness path,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I ask my Lord</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"will he be there?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Not hearing any answer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I fall on the ground</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"i can live without happiness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but not without him,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">coz his presence will bring the happiness ultimate"</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-12417372700324470132008-08-07T07:29:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:51:26.551-07:00Forgive me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UbdQ4vAF6UVxVlwXwSZK3XVvQS8KvnNZ8qr27F-wh8k1zycr5wR6Mc20LA9mdNUlcvvK4w43mN-p_7M8Jb60-Y0eiqH12mKbhCIyEn8iKw-ddjhBqjTTf2KP40sD_6-KvrkyFqEQOeU/s1600-h/forgive+me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UbdQ4vAF6UVxVlwXwSZK3XVvQS8KvnNZ8qr27F-wh8k1zycr5wR6Mc20LA9mdNUlcvvK4w43mN-p_7M8Jb60-Y0eiqH12mKbhCIyEn8iKw-ddjhBqjTTf2KP40sD_6-KvrkyFqEQOeU/s320/forgive+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787335001589090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Forgive me my love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">for my every sin.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">All my acts that have hurt.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I cant take this burden anymore.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">My soul now bleeds</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">so ashamed i am of my deeds,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Forgive me my love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">for my every sin.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I hate myself for hurting you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">without seeing the pain in you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I never thought of doing this to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but still i ask for forgiveness.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I want to take your hand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and start another life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I want to love you again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">with sincerity and purity.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Give me one chance,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I promise I give your girl back.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">with everything that i lacked.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Its only my fault</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">that i forgot your pain.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Somewhere between taking care of you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">i forgot that i was hurting you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Today i realized</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">my boy was my sunshine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You took away all relations with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and left me with tears few.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Am all stuck on this path,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">please take my hand.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I don't deserve this forgiveness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but still i ask for your mercy.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I don't believe my act,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">how can i betray ?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I couldn't recognize the loyalty</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but forgive me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Oh my love.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">If you will be near</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">no other mistake will be made.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Forgive me my love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Give my your hand again</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-27892650119928374312008-08-06T14:51:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:51:32.126-07:00We still love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-njvbhBh1dG6nXtIr8ULmHqJObQhLGhuyUS4MtcT_ukUNpXLpz-rRRboE6HRPjumE14-dRAuJJHM3ya5af4mDh1ytyKfUcW7DgojKXC6JQ1YCgxNjkdqh5IV9lERd1aTTgr4sC4GuSQ/s1600-h/still+we+love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-njvbhBh1dG6nXtIr8ULmHqJObQhLGhuyUS4MtcT_ukUNpXLpz-rRRboE6HRPjumE14-dRAuJJHM3ya5af4mDh1ytyKfUcW7DgojKXC6JQ1YCgxNjkdqh5IV9lERd1aTTgr4sC4GuSQ/s320/still+we+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231789956139026962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Oh these dark nights,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">look at these dark moments of life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Listen what they are telling.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">They carry the message of thousand people,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">people who love you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Dark nights write tales in fates.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Some wait for love to knock,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">some enjoy their love near,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and other spend time in loneliness.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Sometimes people who walk beside us mean nothing.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Why life partners dont walk beside us all life?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Sometimes they are ours,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">sometimes just a dream.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Mates do not say anything.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">We walk with them daily,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">not knowing about OUR destination.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">unaware of the bonds being broken.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Together we wait for each other.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">to say something at least.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">But still we hesitate.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">We keep telling ourselves,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"why me?cant he speak?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and time passes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">In this clash,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">we don't hear the cracking sound of relationship.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">We realize this when sand has slipped.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">And then we end up on this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"Those we love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">never go away.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">They walk beside us everyday.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Un-seen un-heard</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and still near,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">still loved ,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">still missed ,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">and still very dear</span>Zahrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436333923662450899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005385691548489856.post-79907460407800623842008-08-05T12:45:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:52:09.040-07:00Questions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFykeEixctFpgy0qqfT8ONZEl5wqsYolIGzcPwZ0VCn6Q1rqSmnzoVxv0IyNpmoI6rLW9rkYclGzJFtnb-AbxJikFecDDxz0sVmyDZHxDGfr0VYANPDpbBuImMOnQ-iAP37C-cRLrMPc/s1600-h/questions.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231122421526579298" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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<br /><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why did I love you?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I ask my heart today</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It has to answer questions few,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I don’t want to listen any but.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Am slowly getting tired of cuts.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I lean by a window and think,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">About the day I actually started to love.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I can’t remember the date!</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It feels like loving you from the first day</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I see my all dreams related to you</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">With tears few.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It seems as if God has joined </span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">My every happiness with you.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Telling my mind every second,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Don thinks about him.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sitting on this window</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Thunderstorms I have seen,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">With ever lighting,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I get scared.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Telling heart straight</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Get normal without him”</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I move my hand away</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">From the bed sheet they gripped.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Knowing” there would be no hand to caress”</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">To act as if am normal</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I tell my mind lets bath in this rain”</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">But my heart moans with pain.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">“So weird you are,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">You miss him in every rain</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">How can you enjoy?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">When you have messed</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">For how long can you betray?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">From past many months,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">You are cheating his girl.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Aren’t you tired now?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why you put on the smile so fake?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why you want people</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Not know about his girl?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why you socialize?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">When you know his girl wants to be in dark.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why you still hide his girl from him?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">When you know,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">He won’t utter a single word.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Don’t give him more wounds from your silence</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Let his girl run to him</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">And say in his eyes</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Without you I cant live””</span></p>
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