Its been years now but,
It still seems like yesterday..!
Of all I have,
You're the most of my life.
Strange things I have done..
Called you middle of the night;
Just to hear your cute voice sound seducing..
Stole your favorite pen,
Still I write your name with it..
Only your name..
I'm livin with your picture.
Not in my wallet; in my shirt pocket.
The way you tousle my hair..
The way you punch on my chest...
Nothing feels nice than those.
If this isn't love..!
then what is!?
This is my life,
now and with you
I am living it, and
I love it..
Love you.. :)
Words and Life
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
ONE-LINERS
(1) Love is like Pavlova, crisp and delicious on the outside, soft and luscious in the centre: to be consumed with passion.
(2) Little gems of wisdom far outweigh big rocks of advice.
(2) Little gems of wisdom far outweigh big rocks of advice.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friends...
My first blog was basically poems and short stories with a philosophical side.. it was tittled "Whisper of Silence"
http://whisperindarkness.blogspot.com/
Today I have made a new blog, unlike my first blog, its titled "Screech of Silence"
it is a little spiritual but it gives a clear insight on many things we have read and heard before.
i have tried to scientifically prove many of the things we have read in Bible. Hope you will like it...
http://screechofsilence.blogspot.com/
please go through the link... read it share your ideas.. give comments.. if u like it follow.. or subscribe... i value your comments a lot because in this short period we spend in this planet, what is more worth is the new things we learn from each other.
Mishal
My first blog was basically poems and short stories with a philosophical side.. it was tittled "Whisper of Silence"
http://whisperindarkness.blogspot.com/
Today I have made a new blog, unlike my first blog, its titled "Screech of Silence"
it is a little spiritual but it gives a clear insight on many things we have read and heard before.
i have tried to scientifically prove many of the things we have read in Bible. Hope you will like it...
http://screechofsilence.blogspot.com/
please go through the link... read it share your ideas.. give comments.. if u like it follow.. or subscribe... i value your comments a lot because in this short period we spend in this planet, what is more worth is the new things we learn from each other.
Mishal
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The Little Orphan Boy
A snippet of tear
For a wisp of sorrow
Which no one can borrow
But, everyone can harrow
In the desolate shore of my life
I’m waiting to see a comet of hope
But no comet, no hope
Only silence, silence in the darkness
The bells of Christmas is ringing
The octet is heard from the church
It gave me a smirk in my eyes
Oat, I smile maybe the magic of an oz
The only bliss in my life
That lingers in my eyes
Is looking o’er the orient mountain
And watching the sun hiding from the dark
In the early age of eight
I was left to this world as an orphan
Giving me the art of music
Till now I’m walking with it.
With it I satisfy my loaf of bread
With fiddle in my arms I pace to church
And delights all lamentable souls
And bring my daily copper coin
For me world is mere paradise
My exodus from reality continues
By drinking the wines of sorrows
And eating the bread of odium
Yonder lies the mighty sun
Standing behind the clouds; and smiling at me
In the glimmer of the gallant night
God might have heard my prayers
My parents gave me the eau Sucre of love
They eprised my lonely heart
They came to my life like a tempest, and
Gone from my life like ebb.
Somewhere in this glisten sky
They might be hearing my melody
Up in the sky, tiny diamonds twinkling
Maybe smiling just for me.
More like this on Words and Life
For a wisp of sorrow
Which no one can borrow
But, everyone can harrow
In the desolate shore of my life
I’m waiting to see a comet of hope
But no comet, no hope
Only silence, silence in the darkness
The bells of Christmas is ringing
The octet is heard from the church
It gave me a smirk in my eyes
Oat, I smile maybe the magic of an oz
The only bliss in my life
That lingers in my eyes
Is looking o’er the orient mountain
And watching the sun hiding from the dark
In the early age of eight
I was left to this world as an orphan
Giving me the art of music
Till now I’m walking with it.
With it I satisfy my loaf of bread
With fiddle in my arms I pace to church
And delights all lamentable souls
And bring my daily copper coin
For me world is mere paradise
My exodus from reality continues
By drinking the wines of sorrows
And eating the bread of odium
Yonder lies the mighty sun
Standing behind the clouds; and smiling at me
In the glimmer of the gallant night
God might have heard my prayers
My parents gave me the eau Sucre of love
They eprised my lonely heart
They came to my life like a tempest, and
Gone from my life like ebb.
Somewhere in this glisten sky
They might be hearing my melody
Up in the sky, tiny diamonds twinkling
Maybe smiling just for me.
More like this on Words and Life
FLY AWAY
If I could fly like Peter Pan
I’d fly away up into the clouds
Where I would visit Angels before
I visited all the wondrous places of the world
First would be the pyramids of Egypt
Where I would sit atop of the largest one
To look down on the desert stretched out before me
Then I would float to Mount Everest
There I would soar like an eagle
To its highest peak and sit in the snow
While I surveyed the labours of mountain climbers
As they seek to reach the summit
I would visit the Eiffel Tower, Venice, Rome
And many other places
Before I glided with the currents
In my quest to find a new world
A land of milk and honey where there are no wars or terrorists
No sorrow, murder or rape, only happiness
Where people love and care for one another
And there I would stay
Yes, I am dreaming but I wish it were true,
If only I could fly away like Peter Pan
To find a world that was paradise.
I’d fly away up into the clouds
Where I would visit Angels before
I visited all the wondrous places of the world
First would be the pyramids of Egypt
Where I would sit atop of the largest one
To look down on the desert stretched out before me
Then I would float to Mount Everest
There I would soar like an eagle
To its highest peak and sit in the snow
While I surveyed the labours of mountain climbers
As they seek to reach the summit
I would visit the Eiffel Tower, Venice, Rome
And many other places
Before I glided with the currents
In my quest to find a new world
A land of milk and honey where there are no wars or terrorists
No sorrow, murder or rape, only happiness
Where people love and care for one another
And there I would stay
Yes, I am dreaming but I wish it were true,
If only I could fly away like Peter Pan
To find a world that was paradise.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Gracias!!
Thanks for stopping by.. :) I'm an amateur writer and I love to read!. I'm pretty sure there are people out there who love to read and write. This blog is a lobby room for us the writers. Doesn't matter where are you from and what you do. we write and we share.
Here you can give suggestions and instructions for writers like me and get feedbacks from fellow writers and readers. Please send me a mail to become an author and post your blog writings and to post your blog's link.
This will be an amazing arena to host your work and to help other too!
Hope to have a talk :) and remember to drop a mail @ arshat.ind@gmail.com to become an author! :)
Amities!
Arshat
Here you can give suggestions and instructions for writers like me and get feedbacks from fellow writers and readers. Please send me a mail to become an author and post your blog writings and to post your blog's link.
This will be an amazing arena to host your work and to help other too!
Hope to have a talk :) and remember to drop a mail @ arshat.ind@gmail.com to become an author! :)
Amities!
Arshat
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