We aren’t who we want to be.
We are what society demands.
We are what our parents choose.
We don’t want to disappoint anyone.
We have a great need to be loved.
So we smother the best in us.
Gradually, the light of our dreams turn into the monsters of our nightmares.
They become things not done, possibilities not lived.
I am sad, not only today but, from a couple of months.
It’s been a long since any one from six of you (authors at this blog) have written anything here.
You’ve all abandoned a new born.. *cries a river*
It’s like I’m dead!
Revive please!
Let the words bleed!
Make me productive!
New Poem.
You find unexpected wakefulness
before dawn. You say to yourself
there must be some reason
to be awake, some insomniacs-only lesson
to be learned. You are correct.
Here it is:
there’s no point to being this awake.
No prophecy to be delivered. No importance
to be found in soured stomach
and aching neck. To assume so much value
for your problem, to assume you were meant
to go through this because it was necessary
to activate some gift or hidden power,
does not make you anything more
than typical. Everyone’s sure
they are paying dues on some
postponed glory with every tribulation they face.
Truth be told,
when we are awake without reason this early
it’s probably safe to assume
that we are struggling with lying in the dark
strictly because we are lying
about there being a purpose
to such struggles. We’re just not
that important. We aren’t
the…
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A senseless act of unspeakable brutality.
We share the pain of everyone who lost their loved ones and offer our deepest condolences.
One of the extreme depressing day for me and surely for everybody out here!
I am out of words. Breath-stuck-in-throat. Goosebumps. Ultimate sadness..
#PeshawarAttack
The picture that says it all.
The wind blowing through my hair
The frost on the ground
The cold frigid air
The chilled rushing sound
The love for caffeine
The fireplace heat
The foggy side window
The cold surface of my feet
The freezing hands
A blanket of feathers
Embraces the heat,
Blocks off the cold weather
The dark silent nights
The falling snow
Sadness all around
Peace everywhere
The slashing pain
Of these hopeless days
The tranquille streets
The fading lights
December is love.
December is peace.
December is to stay;
all way long.
Present situation of Pakistan is the worst condition a country ever falls in.
Nawaz – IK – TUQ; we want nothing but peace!
Photography by Mosa’ab Elshamy
I want to be released from the difficulties,
I want to get my self out of every problematic situation..
So here you come, turned into ashes. Released from the eternities.
Set free – Artist Amara Aziz
I was meant to fly but my once flapping feathers were sentenced to death.
Because I wanted to reach and achieve the eternities, I got myself caught in an old silver cage.
As you know people around can’t watch you at the climax and themselves still hanging between the first two stairs.
To all those, REMEMBER! I was timid. Yes I was weak, a coward perhaps. But I shall rise.
Once! At least once, when I’ll get a chance to escape.
And I will fly!
Mirch Masala 