Writing soothes the feelings inside me
I know I am not highly talented when it comes to writing,
I never knew my texting hobby would turn into something new,
It grew up in me like the secret admirer,
nudging me all along,but never pushing me,
suprising me all along and it took few genuine hearts to bring it out from me,
my heart,my soul and my thoughts are deeply connected ,everytime my fingers work
and I am satisfied...
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Thursday, August 2, 2012
The tender bones of beautiful Soraya
that well fed the innocent stray dogs
never left the earth,got buried deep inside
to leave a mark,the mark of agony
People should hear her story
The story that burned many a women
Women of today,women of yesterday
Their innocence remained futile to the blind world
She was the shining messiah
The star that lit the dark streets
the voices of her delicate self
were trapped deep inside her wounds
her eyes were the graveyard of many men
who pelted her with stones
Her sons,her husband,her father,her brothers
The weak selfish soul of blind men
Her wrath could kill them all
but fate chose her
leaving her daughters in angel's hands
she let herself be buried up to her waist
her head held high,her stare meant everything
she spoke her last words that fell into deaf ears
she wasn't afraid of death,but the pain she knew ,she can't escape
Neither did the signs help her
The plethora of stones that showered on her
killing her again and again that even her soul barely lived
she might have died on the unfortunate grounds
but her soul walked on heavenly clouds
The truth spilled later but her soul left before
But did it make any difference
Yes,to the world it did,it remained another heart burning story
while the innocent women kept burning in those hells forever..
Their voices had no meaning
Their prayers remained unanswered
Allah,show mercy on them
They are your true angels...
Friday, July 20, 2012
For what joy,she asked her withered soul
Fondness that made her go back
where the rear view mirror stood still
For she wanted to see reality
the truth that made her realize
that love had become her self,
Bitterness that bit her heart
made her cold and crumbled her emotions
She brushed aside the feeling
that made her curl her lips
Her tears lost their track
It fell down on the mirror of hope
the life that blurred her vision
She knew it had to be
the way she wished her life to be
In love with her sober self
Words that made her believe
that love still survives
that love is the victory
that love is the success...
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
What was she to him all these years?
A relationship of convenience?
A source of pleasure?
A money vending machine?
When did love lose its meaning?
When dreams turn into obsessive compulsions?
When space and time turn into red signals?
When sanity leaves the ruptured mind?
Was love the only reason she found to stay?
Was her soul so vain it always went to rejection zones?
Was love a weapon to destroy traumatized souls?