Month: September 2015

Boon companion.

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Intimate I love you…

I love you with each breath I take and I love you with every first blush. I see you in the moon and stars. We are together on sky embracing each other. I love the tenderness and simper of your face and I love the way you talk. Loving you, seems the most interesting thing of this entire universe.

I often join the dots from then till now, it somehow amused me. It brings me closer to you. Loving you unconditionally is the best I could do for myself and I feel pleasure doing it.

I do want to make you know about how much I miss you when you are far away, But see how unfortunate I am, I never had the correct words.

I Believe you will understand it some day.

Guilt; it will rot you away.

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She was drowning in her memories. Her past was haunting her. She wanted to be loved. She was dying to feel that all again. Thoughts were trembling her and with each passing second, she was hating herself more.

She wanted to relive their parts and didn’t want them to be fade or demise with her every breath as a memory of some distant past.

Yet her wants were only restricted to her diary.

Everything had changed and the guilt was eating her away. It was like fungi rotting her inside out, making her hollow and fragile, perhaps she felt lost and phantom.

There was nothing she could do to rewind her life. The moments she had shared, the words she had exchanged, the pictures she had clicked, the kisses she had planted, each and everything was falling apart. Her mistake was huge and hence she was going to suffer her entire life. And then one day she would die with this burden, the thirst of not being accepted would tear her to bits and she would shatter like a glass longing for forgiveness.The guilt and sorrow was all she carries with her now.

Guilt is your best enemy, it never let you live the way you wanted to.

Belonging to the soul.

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I belong to a world where money is everything.

No one lives to seek for dreams but to earn money, to be the richest. I don’t know the exact reason, but that’s what happening around me.

Sometimes belonging doesn’t matters but what you act is all which mattered. Happiness is hard to earn because neither it is sold nor it is created, perhaps it’s born. It is find and it’s discovered. It comes to you when your soul is satisfied.

It’s very painful to be a body with a sad soul.

Nothing is complicated enough hence, we are the ones who are making things harsh. We are in a race with no destination, we’re unwinding from our souls and that is the worst thing we are doing to ourselves. Its the betrayal.

Soul needs attention. It belongs to us and demands our company.

We belong to our souls and it is where we will find what we had lost. From the truest pleasures of life to the finest memories, we need the companionship !

And the soul is the best companion.

Perhaps, its the place where we truly belonged to.

The Soul.

His eyes

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They were black, the color anyone would die for. So vivid that I can’t help myself to fell in their darkness. A strange magic was there when he looks directly into my eyes, hence I can’t met the gaze, it was that much powerful. They felt safe and pure. They were honest. They glitter with every word he speaks. And then there were tears when I left.

But today I saw the blankness in them occupied by some strong fear.

And it was all that I could say..

“Ugly opening draft”

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“Who I am and why I’m here”

Who I am ?? interesting question.

I am a typical Pakistani high school girl who just likes to sleep more than anything in the whole world, perhaps, it’s because I enjoy dreaming or dreams seem a better place to live as far as they are not shitty.

My presence here writing this blog signifies the importance of writing in my life. I am no more myself when I write. Its like when I write my soul and my imagination and my experience and my wants everything escape out of me and follow their way to the paper. I don’t know how to exactly describe my passion but this is the thing which sounds good. When I write the world around me seems a nice and flawless place, which is quite fascinating. Well this might be the whole cause for why I am here.

I salute your courage

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To the martyrs of my beloved nation,

I am safe here to enjoy my life because of you. You don’t know me neither you had ever met me but still you have guarded me..

You had risked your life, just to protect my shelter, you had faced the thunders while I was soundly sleeping.. Why?? who am I you cared for?!.. you cared for me more than yourself because I am the one who is called Pakistani and you are the one who belongs to its army.

Do you know, Your mother cries for you and your sister misses you, your wife still sitting by the stairs waiting for you and your daughter still finding the love of a daddy. In fact she wants to be your princess which no more can happen and your son, he laughs around but his eyes are haunted by ghosts, the house is stock-still without you and pleading the faith to return you knowing that there’s no coming back !!

Yes of course you do know everything. You do. You are the one who chooses Pakistan against everything, its safety is all which mattered to you and that’s why before thinking about yourselves or your family you fight for your nation.

And this all happened in such a sudden that no one can believe it.. you lost yourselves but gave us the victory hence, left us to live with proud.

See this is you; the whole soul of bravery !

We owe this to all of you, and you are alive till the end in our hearts, in our memories.

From;

A true Pakistani.