Moon

I can see
I can see you
I can see you tonight...

O' dear moon,
Up above the sky
Spread thee lonely light
So far..
That it can illuminate
Thy soul !
In a solemn ecstasy
Whisper thy
You saw a desolate soul
Longing..
Miles away
In the silence so deep...

O' moon
You have my sight,
tonight.

I can see you tonight...!

Bye

A three letter word
and i hate it..............................Bye

Its just like the word Sorry which really has no remedy.

English language, why you have such words in u which looks like very normal, small, easy to speak but in original they sucks! ???
They can't heal, can't reduce the suffering, can't bring back the time which is lost. The words which don't know how much pain they cause. The words simple in formation but a torture in effects.

"Bye"
B-Y-E..... you should be a crime to say, "by law". You deserve it!

No Title ! :S

So far in the journey of university life, one thing is for sure. That is:
Whenever you are intensely supposed to work on an assignment, filing a project report or trying to decipher words and phrases in your mind for "finance", "economics", "global business" and "all-the-studious-subjects-on-earth", your mind will triggered you only:

• The coolest face book status
• The teasing comments
• Every kind of blog topics and their catching contents
• Creative ideas
• Things you wanted to post
• Posts pending in your drafts
• Scenes you should write for
• Issue your friend pointed out
• Theme you always tried to imagined
• Subject you really wanna discuss
• Designing the upcoming dress
• Color and its combination you should wear
• Fast food you can cook to satisfy your taste bud
• What my wardrobe must have and what should i discard
• Stuff i gonna shop from this month's pocket money
  
• and what not..... ?

Like your mind will tell you everything for every OTHER thing but not for the thing you are trying to think ! sigh!

Its yelling:
dear user,
words, phrases, sentences, thoughts are available, they are in here. but alas buddy not for the assignment you are trying to work for. tch tch tch

The illness is: "I-AM-STRUGGLING-TO-COMPLETE-IT-BEFORE-THE-ELEVENTH-HOUR"
And i am the current victim of this syndrome.
Miss Calm Cool :(

see how much this will effect me as instead of writing and think over financial activities scenario i am finally obeying my mind and typing a complain post :p

P.S: time-check: 3 hrs past, in front of screen...
and i am still trying to start The Project :D

meri zindagi ko be-samar us ne kiya
umer meri thi, usko basar us ne kiya

Paimana Bideh

Good music has no language!
Great melody.









One of the most beautiful and romantic songs by the duo (Zeb & Haniya)! The song is in Pashto/Dari and this video has the translation...

Birthday Poem

20 May
that's my birthday

My brother & a very good friend dedicated me a poem this year.
here it is:


I know its late but hope u like it.......

God gave a gift to the world when you were born
a person who loves, who cares,
who sees a person’s need and fills it,
who encourages and lifts people up,
who spends energy on others
rather than herself,
someone who touches each life she enters,
and makes a difference in the world,
because ripples of kindness flow outward
as each person you have touched, touches others.
Your birthday deserves to be a national holiday,
because you are a special treasure
for all that you’ve done.
May the love you have shown to others
return to you, multiplied.
I wish you the happiest of birthdays,
and many, many more,
so that others have time to appreciate you
as much as I do.


Thank you so much for the honor Waqar bahi.
Its great :)

Empty Eyes

Eyes... Loves the care they receive
Eyes... Sparkling like twinkling stars
Eyes... Filled with honesty and pride
Eyes... Wearing the smile so bright
Eyes... Sings enchanting melodies
Eyes... Reflecting the feelings so pure
Eyes... Observe, understand, listen, speak
Eyes... Carrying the believe so firm
Eyes... Graced with charm and beauty
Eyes... Having the confidence so strong
Eyes... Define the soul inside

Those Eyes are stolen away
No traces, no shadows, no hints are left
The orbs are containing only visionary objects
Silent, Vacant, Dark and Hurt
All colors are faded away
The life in them turns grey

Wondering who's eyes are those ?
Why can't you recognize ?
Its a gift of your's !
Ok, turn around and see
Its Me
Owner of the Empty Eyes.