98% BrAiN dA mAgEd!!!!!

WARNING!!!!!

* Don't take life too seriously or else you will-not-get-out-of-it-alive ........:P

Beautifuly Broken.....

Her suffering and pain made her sad and gloomy…

All She craved was living, what made her die soon


Her last thing went without saying… The notion that she was incapable of it, could be hindered either by herself or anyone else bringing it forth, was inconceivable to her. True, sitting at this very desk just a moment before – and not for the first time – she looked out in to the garden that was covered with the clothes of darkness and snow, than imagined looking back upon her self : a woman , framed in a window , pen in hand , pen to paper, writing, framed, ,inevitably , not just by the window but by the conception , a phrase, “ a room of one’s own “


She didn’t need a room of her own. She already had one she’d bought it to her self… Her waiting of long years has given her nothing but more soreness, more suffering, she says something he listens something, hears what she is not saying and not hear what she has been trying to say for last couple of years... He leaves her all over again for a second time facing to suffer in pain, in agony , he makes her guilty for everything , blame her for what , to be not something he wants her to be or waiting for him, Wants her to hear in between the lines. IS He trying to take her for granted again, She tries to make him happy in every possible way. Ready to take all his worries with smiling face, u be concerned for them and in revisit they will smack you on your face… Its not about thinking but about looking and feeling .Love is like a bird.. let it fly… free it …He now walks with head high in the air… with proud and dignity, coz he know, in spite of what ever way he treats her or can treat her show will always be there with an open smiling invitation…. But one thing he doesn’t know….. she has learned how to hide her pearls dropping down from necklace..

Her tears dried, or perhaps evaporated…she looked out at the view. She was a long way from the bottom… And than she realized what she was finally seeing-the inverted cone… the vaporous pit with its terraces and balconies and concentric rings for each species of the object.....


It is strange , how things copy them selves against all human reason or intention ,refract into symbols we can make no sense of – derive no truth from –but only arrange into patterns to amuse or bedevil ourselves with how little we know , with how great is our remove from every created thing, even our selves…


So irony really is the only truth now….

A room of her own

It was not that she felt empty. It was there were so manay choices about how to feel , and there were the feelings about the feelings. which multiplied themselves-refracted-infinite….. first she wanted him , he went, now he is back she wants to go now… she is running from the reality now… Now, only there was a hole in her original thesis for the essay she had never written….

Stories still linger, incomplete , untitled..........

Thoughts to Ponder...

* You cant love people unless you know how to love yourself....

*Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.....

In Between The Lines....

There's nothing funny left to say.No water running in the stream.Everything I touched was golden.Everything I loved got broken.I like to sleep beneath the trees.Have the universe at one with me.Look down the barrel of a gun.And feel the Moon replace the Sun.Everything we've ever stolen.Has been lost returned or broken.No more dragons left to slay.Every mistake I've ever made.Has been rehashed and then replayed.As I got lost along the way.

No more Silence NOW.....

LIke a dream i cannot explain .TIme will show me how..Suddnely everything has turned me inside out. it was a crazy thing... Sudeenly someones comes and togetther you sing a song and music is all that take control.But i am left all alone in between the lines...

Save me...

Sve me from drowning....

Broken Silence.....

Can u hear it ?.......

el amor significa la libertad

A Nice Article about Love
by Swami Vivekananda


I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this:
"You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."

This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.

This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you .

For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.

Give and don't expect.
Advise, but don't order.
Ask, but never demand.

It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."


Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....

Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!

Last Breath.....

check this out....

http://www.sparklywater.co.uk/flash/lastbreath.html

Thanks, Rubina for sending me this site link n making us aware of the fact,which we all know but are still blind to realise .....

May ALLAH guide all of us to the right path
Ameen ....

Things In Themselves.....

Her silences were not like other people's:words were her medium, so thier absence was no less meaningful than was a white space on one of his canvases.Infact, her silence could be her most profound comment, her ultimate rhetorical weapon, and ,as he liked to say , intrepretations were limitless.....

Curls Rock!

I think i better get them straightened .......

I did yuppiee... for 2 months.. they looked gr8 but than i missed my curls... You are never happy with what you have, but now i have realised the importance of it .... They give a dramatic look everyway :P


I Love My Curls .....


In one of the curl communities on Orkut, I read that during the Great War, none of the curly haired nurses were allowed so that the soldiers wouldn´t fall in love with them…

LOL…

Happy B'day Zunaira

Happy B'day :)

*hugs*
missing u, on your B'day :(
This is your b'day gift:P Hope u like it ... Muah .... Thanks for being a wonderful friend :)Love you, as always .....

...

Dhundo ge ager Mulkon Mulkon
Mil ne k nahi nayab hian hum

Tabeer hai jis ki Hasrat -o- ghame
hum nafaso woh khuwab hain hum

E dard bata kuch ab to hi pata
ab tak ye mu'amma hal na huwa

hum mein hai dil-e- betaab neha
ya ap dil-e-betaab hain hum

dhundo ager mulkon mulkon
milne k nahi nayab hain hum

mein herat o hasrat ka maara
khamosh khara hun sahil per

derya e muhabbet kehta hia
aa kuch bhi na paya hum ne

dhundo ge ager Mulkon Mulkon
Milne k nahi nayab hian hum .....

THE END OF TIME

The Earthquake - Az-Zalzalah

Bismillah Hirrahman Nirrahim

[99.1] When the earth is shaken with its mighty shaking,
[99.2] and when the earth brings forth its burdens
[99.3] and the human asks: "What is the matter with it?"
[99.4] On that Day it shall proclaim its news,
[99.5] for your Lord will have revealed to it.
[99.6] On that Day mankind shall issue in scatterings to see their deeds.
[99.7] Whosoever has done an atom's weight of good shall see it,
[99.8] and whosoever has done an atom's weight of evil shall see it.

Importnt Notes:
In the month of ramazan earth-quake is AZAAB-E-ELAHI Please offer 2 rakat (salat toba) and do istighfaar for the whole ummah.
HELP those who are ALIVE and pray for those who are not in this world NOW....


Possible reason of earthquake in Pakistan (may be)

Has it occurred to you that the most severe earthquake in Pakistan's history has struck just five days after the first gay marriage in the country?
Do you know that exactly the same incidents occurred thousands of years back amongst "Qom-e-Looth", "Qom-e-Samood", "Qom-e-Aa'd" and many more?

NO?
KNOW YOUR ALMIGHTY ALLAH.READ THE HOLY QUR'AAN.----------------------------------------------BBC News Reference:
First gay 'marriage' in Pakistan....Wednesday, 5 October 2005, 16:36 GMT 17:36 UK
Sodomy attracts tough punishments in conservative Pakistan. A gay couple have become the first to get "married" in Pakistan, according to reports from the region. Witnesses said a 42-year-old Afghan refugee held a marriage ceremony with a local tribesman of 16 in the remote Khyber region bordering Afghanistan.Gay marriage is not legal in conservative Muslim Pakistan. On hearing of the wedding, a tribal council told the pair to leave the area or be killed for breaking religious and tribal "values and ethics".







If it is True, then believe me THE END OF TIME is Near

Dance Of Terror

Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soulA mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?

Donation Site

http://pakstop.com/

Qamayat Ka Manzer Qareeb Araha Hai.

2000, 5000,15000,30000 and now more than 50000… The number of deaths are increasing as if they are not counting people but votes for election. The first tremor rumbled through the country at around 8:55 (4:55 GMT) the earthquake measured 7.6 on the open ended Richter scale and its epicenter lay 100 kilometers (62 miles) north of Islamabad. Many villages were reportedly devastated and now Karachi is the target . Thank God today we are saved from this earthquake but who knows what happens in the next second.

My cousin mailed me the following Ahadees:-
Kal Suraj Giran Tha : (5th of oct)
Hadees Kay Mutabiq..
1.Ramzan Say Kuch DIn Pehlay Ya Ramzan May AAnay Wala Suraj Giran Qiamat Kay Anay Ki Khaber Deta Hay...
2.Dosri Jaga Per Yeh Bhi Hay Kay Hadees Kay Mutabiq Ramzan Say Kuch DIn Pehlay Ya Ramzan May AAnay Wala Suraj Giran Kay Kuch Hi Arsay Baad Imam Mehdi Is Dunya May Aying Gay..
3.Hadees May Hay Kay Soraj Giran Tab Hota Hay Jab Insano Per Kisi Baray Azaab Nay AAna Ho. 2001 (9/11) May Anay Wala Soraj Giran Ka Azaab Muslims Per Abhi Tak Hay…


We are being Punished for our deeds. We (Muslims) are not doing what we have been taught to do .We have forgotten the reason of our real existence. We are losing our identity (as being True Muslims ) by following the footsteps of our neighboring and being someone we are not…I know it should not have happened the way it has but yet HE has to show us the bitter reality . This is what going to happen Qayamat k din … everything is going to turn into powder and dirt. Are we hearing what He is trying to tell us. Death is inevitable but none of us would want a terrible ending.This is the right time to realise and ask Him for forgiveness… HE will listen to our prayers and they will be answered .So Pray like you have never prayed before. Cry like you have never cried before.

Imagine of people who have their dear one’s died but they don’t have coffins or money for it to even bury them………..Imagine of people who don’t have anything to keep their fast I mean any thing to eat at SEHRI and who don’t have any thing for IFTAR to break their fast…………………….Imagine of people who don’t have anything to wear and depend on people like us…………………….Imagine a cold rainy night under the sky without any thing to wear and not even a blanket to cover the kids………………………….

As a human being we should IMAGINE all this as that’s reality, it’s a tough one but its truth………………….No one knows who becomes a victim in next second…………………..

As a human being we should try and donate more and more for the victims of this earthquake which have effected a huge population of our country. See the pictures of the victums and their bitter reality of life ans seek forgiveness from HIM .At last all I want to say is O Allah ! plz give them courage to fight against this disaster and us a strong heart to bear all this Ameen

DONATION SITE:_

There are various ways to donate .Just click on the ones you think is easiest for you. UR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE CALLING ..HELP A.S.A.P. WE NEED YOU

http://www.pakstop.com/quake.htm

Who I am ....

WHY AM I AFRAID TO TELL YOU
WHO I AM


To tell you my thoughts
is to locate myself
in a category




To tell you my feelings
is to tell you
about ME





BUT .....





If i tell you
who i am
You may not like
who i am
and it is all
that i have

celebrating 24th Anniversary

HAPPY 24th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
ammi and abu ....


will post later in detail



LOVE YOU 2
muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Completely Numb....

WAKE ME UP ............... when ......
.........................SEPTEMBER ENDS.....

POLLING....

I m in a bizarre situation …I want to take a year course in pharmacy but people are recommending me to take a yr course in day care coz one can easily find a job in it.. .. But my mom wants me to take a year course in interior designing .. I have no idea what to do so I m here for a POLL… I seriously need your help…

YE KAISI PAHELI ZINDAGANAI .....

Why do i call him my ....................?

He never was or will be mine

He belongs to himself

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running

giving out....

Farz Kero..

Farz kero hum ehl-e-wafa hun , Farz kero deewane hun,
Farz kero ye dono baatein jhuti hun afsane hunz,

Farz kero ye ji ki bapta, ji se jorh banai ho,
Farz kero abhi aur ho itni , adhi hum ne sunai ho,

Farz kero tumhe khush kerne k hume ne dhunde sau bahane hon ,
Farz kero ye nain tumahre sach much k mekhane hun ,

Farz kero ye rog ho jhuta, jhuto peet huamri ho,
Farz kero is pet k rog mein sans bhi hum per bhari ho,

Farz kero ye jog bajog hum ne dhong kachaya ho.
Farz kero bas yehi haqeqat baqi sab kuch maya ho,

A Book Called *ME*

A Book Called Me

I am like a book,
you may like what is on the cover
on the inside might even be better
take the time;
if you'd like to read me.

Do not just lay me down
time like dust,
may obscure my cover
if you don't take the time
then chances are;
things will ALWAYS be never.





by
Matthew Baughman

One by One

One by one the teardrops fall as I write you
One by one my words come falling on the page
One by one my dreams are fading in the twilight
One by one my schemes are fading fast away

One by one the flowers fading in my garden
One by one the leaves are falling from the trees
One by one my hopes are vanished in the clouds clear
One by one like snowflakes melting in the breeze

One by one my hair is turning gray
One by one my dreams are fading fast away
One by one I read your letters over
One by one I lay them all away

One by one the days are slipping up behind you
One by one the sweetest days of life go by
One by one the moments stealing out behind you
One by one she'll come and find not you or I

One by one I hear the soft words that you whispered
One by one I feel your kisses soft and sweet
One by one I hope you'll say the words to marry
One by one to one by one forever be....

It's Just I Care!!

There is a fine distinction between visualizing and remembering; the memory and the imagination occupy so close a space to each other that only a thread of a thought of a subconscious delusion of a dream separates them. And yet the thread could not be any clearer to me than if it were red neon. And I know what I imagine and what I remember. And I know that I remember this. I know what it is to remember, to remember, what my eyes have never seen.

Best friends never tell each other that they're best friends, they just know.

Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? Is it because we expect a lot from them. Don’t we take them for granted.. I know it should have not happened the way it has…Looking at me now .I was not even hurt when i had to say good - bye to my love as much as it hurt me today to say some thing I didn’t want to, to someone I completely hold dear….

I tried every possible way to get things to norm...My courage revived and my fortunes despite , my hand was so strong , my spirit was light… She gave me good sorrow and made me forgive... She thought I didn’t care and love didn’t last.. But no one understood the what I lacked….Many tears in the heart never reach the eye and It’s often hard to bear the tears we ourselves have made to fall….The feeling of guilt …., the memories of love , the partner of solitude are there but no more there…. You can not understand . you cannot let go love Is to live and live is to love… I know her since I opened my eyes and smelt the world.. The gay times of life are what I feel to remember ,,, to sigh is to grief , to grief is to cry… the cry makes me lonely .. there is no one to lie… Is it sacrifice no its not…. Is it hatred no, not at all…. I know she felt I felt for her…. But no she didn’t coz she didn’t care…. But I know she still does… Isn’t it strange when two strangers become the best of friends but isn’t it really sad when the best of friends become two strangers.

She hears the song of my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails. I cried to feel a feeling of relief and she did hear but still no response…. Let my memory fail, Let her squeal coz I know she is my angel who will lift my feet when my own wings will have troubles remembering how to fly…..

If everything I said made u smile . I will talk forever till my chords reply…My cerebrum replies, I dunt want to hear .cover the miles which make us far apart..
Silence speaks, she does hear. Silence makes the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what that does matter. want to feel a life just rally round.. I know you care ,I know you trust, my heart pounds just wanna hear one more sound…. I know I was wrong was harsh to say just give a chance and we’ll together make our lives shine out bright as we always did….


We expect a lot , cant let go, emotions are loud , its hard to believe that we are not relieved ….You know I know you hate to be labeled but swear I didn’t do it. u just felt bad.. Sorry again…. will I ever see u smiling back at me .I cant think of magic to find the solution the miles are long and the feet shy…. I keep wanting to be pure, but never am — it’s all jumbled, pieces of this emotion grafted , tearing through here to show another. Relationships can be complicated be it even at the best of times — and when they end, no matter how inevitable that ending may seem, it all smashes together into a muddy ball of ache in your chest, a razor-clawed beast sloughing its way through endless webs of red tape in your inner emotional bureaucracy.It just didn’t work out the way it should have been , you cried, I hear! You wanted a shoulder . I had one. The ways are harsh, the feelings light. I got mad , I did.

It was the hell of time.. let it be. You will be fine dunt worry about me… Perhaps it’s merely that even a person as infinitely emotional as I am can only feel so much before going numb. There is a feeling strong just rolling across my mind. I care for myself but not as much as I do for you . I know you are listening, I know you feel , this world is harsh , you do have a friend at your side. I cant express out, I m out of words, no dictionary is enough, I just need people who care…. Silk is supple, moonlight is bright, your face glows, eyes shimmery, its you yes its u , the smart lady with an adorable smile , I always did,still n will always take u the way u are…No labels matter., what matters is what you are n I love you for tht …. I'm not beautiful or intelligent like you ,, but I am happy that I m ur reflection….

I know you can just give it a try. I am a ship, sailing unacquainted , you can be the anchor to stop it look for the better. We started out as total strangers and ended as lifelong friends, we shared a season of our lives, but I wont let any season to end…

She rocks……

WHICH ONE ARE YOU ?

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it.She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen

He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Once the three pots began to boil,
he placed potatoes in one pot,
eggs in the second pot
and ground coffee beans in the third pot.


He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter.The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners.

He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl.He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.

Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?"
"Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied. "Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes."
She did and noted that they were soft

He then asked her to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee.Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face."Father, what does this mean?" she asked

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water.However, each one reacted differently.The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard
However, the ground coffee beans were unique.After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.


Which one are you," he asked his daughter."When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

In life, things happen around us, things happen to us,but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile?


Think about it......




QUOTE;-

"What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us."

Different Ages...

HOW A SON or DAUGHTER THINKS OF HIS/HER FATHER AT DIFFERENT AGES

At 4 Years : My daddy is great.

At 6 Years : My daddy knows everybody.

At 10 Years: My daddy is good but is short tempered and knows little lessthan my friend's Daddy.

At 12 Years : My daddy was very nice to me when I was young

At 14 Years : My daddy is getting fastidious.

At 16 Years : My daddy is not in line with the current times. Frankly hedoes not know anything.

At 18 Years : My daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.

At 20 Years : Oh! Its becoming difficult to tolerate daddy. Wonder how Mother puts up with him.

At 25 Years : Daddy is objecting to everything. Don't know when he willunderstand the world.

At 30 Years : It's becoming difficult to manage my son. I was so scaredof my father when I was young.

At 40 Years : Daddy brought me up with so much discipline. I wonder how hemanaged to handle the younger generation.

At 45 Years : I am baffled as to how my daddy brought us up

.At 50 Years : My daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up. I am unable to manage a single son.

At 55 Years : My daddy was so far sighted and planned so many things forus. Even at this old age, he is able to control things.He is one of his kind and unique.

At 60 Years : My daddy was great.Thus, it took 56 years to complete the cycle and come back to the 1ststage!


So.................................Realise it in time.

Looking With Different Angle...

i recieved this email of kool definations..thought of sharing with you all too....


TRAFFIC LIGHT: apparatus that automatically turns red when your car approaches.

PIONEER: early American who was lucky enough to find his way out of the woods.

PEOPLE: some make things happen, some watch things happen, and the majority has no idea what's happened.

SWIMMING POOL: a mob of people with water in it.

SELF-CONTROL: the ability to eat only one peanut.

CANNIBAL: person who likes to see other people stewed.

EGOCENTRIC: a person who believes he is everything you know you are.

FOREIGN FILM: any movie shown in Texas theatre that isn't a western.

MAGAZINE: bunch of printed pages that tell you what's coming in the next issue.

COLLEGE: The four-year period when parents are permitted access to the telephone.

EMERGENCY NUMBERS: Police station, fire department and places that deliver pizza.

OPERA: When a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding he sings.

BUFFET: A French word that means "Get up and get it yourself."

BABY-SITTER: A teen-ager who must behave like an adult so that the adults who are out can behave like teenagers.

TATTOO: Permanent proof of temporary insanity

this site is to check if one is colour blind.......so here you go click on the site below
all the best....




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do tell me if you are.... :)

KUCH LAUG

* Kuch laug khaton ki terha hote hian jinhe bar bar perh ker bhi dil nahi bherta aur dil chahta hai keh woh humare paas rahe

* Kuch laug duaon ki terha hote hain abhi hum sajde mein ser jhukae hi hote hain keh woh ashkon ki terha ankhon se tapak jate hain

* Kuch laug nigah ki terha hote hain woh humare saath hun tou andheron mein bhi rastein mil jate hian

* Kuch laug gharon ki terha hote hain woh chahe kitne bhi dur kyun na hun dil un ki ruh mein simat jane keh lye bechain rehta hai .....

LOST FOR WORDS...

There’s a silence surrounding me
I can’t seem to think straight
I’ll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now ___________
I can’t seem to speak now ____________
My words won’t come out right
I’m feeling weak now _________________
But I can’t show my weakness _________
I sometimes wonder ___________________





It doesn’t have to be like this

All we need to do is make sure we keep talking.......................

Boot-Legged Emotions!!

Isn't it sad to know how we humans are humilating one another . We are using eachother like a toilet-paper roll . We throw them in a trash can or just pull a flush . have u ever noticed how harshly the water in a kamot rolls the toilet paper towards it n sucks it when we pull the strings of the flush . We use human emotions like that. We are killing them by snatching their freedom , their identity . Its of no value to us . no not anymore *sigh

.....PASSION ....

w y d i w y g

WHAT YOU DREAM IS WHAT YOU GET

"ARTISTS"

a bunch of people have told me to put up a picture of me and my paintings on my site...and I have checked out a bunch of other artists' sites and have seen them with pictures of themselves and of their art work all over their sites...along with a mini novel about their "artists statement" i just dont get it...who cares what i look like and also for that matter who cares what i think about my photos or why i do or what i don’t... I take pictures, I paint ,thats what i do, they mean something to me, sometimes their meaning doesnt even hit me til a year later, hell sometimes there is no meaning, its just a nice photo.or a painting ..but its for me, others think what they want about them...but isnt that the point of art? to have youre work touch people in which ever way it may? I am not the one to tell people what it is about or how it should make them feel or how it should be viewed, its just how I view/freeze the world at certain times/moments...you either like it or not...THATS THE POINT!!!

Anywho, to each his own, this is just my view or i guess in its own sense, i am guilty of what i am writing about, this is kinda an artists statement...oh well but not the one on my site.

P.S But it doesn’t mean I will not put my paintings on my site :P

EXISTANCE

Who is the detereminent of existance. When is dream only a dream . How does one reflect upon what is real and what is held in the mind, soul, the heart.Why must one ask for existance, if one doesnt know how to exist, or is there a meaning to exist at all. We must have a reason to exist and one should make their existance felt or else people will just walk over them , one should live life to the fullest or are we all living in some else dreams who does not exist at all ..........

A Thousand Words

Our paths crossed again

You kept your distance; you smiled politely enough, and exchanged the usual customary pleasantries with me.

We exchanged names, we talked about the weather, we shared a laugh or two. Precisely two, in fact. We scratched each other’s surface, and made careful note of our first impressions upon the fragile, fickle slate of memory.

After a short while, we parted. We said we would keep in touch; and maybe we will. We both doubt it, though. It always seems to happen that way, doesn’t it?

You say I don’t know you.

You’ve always said that.

You say that I could never understand you; your feelings are beyond my reach; you are alone, an island, a solitary wanderer, only to be seen in passing, never to be understood; you are too unique, your soul is too unlike mine and always will be; and no matter who or what I think I am, I could never possibly know you.

Then can I say that you might know me?

Even if I never know your name — even if I am never made aware of your existence — look inside yourself, and you just might know me.

If you have ever smiled at your own humanity — then you know me.

If you have ever glimpsed the ocean for a moment as if you have stared at it for a thousand years — then you know me.

If you have ever closed your eyes and traced your tongue along the edge of the cosmos...

or if you have ever seen the fingerprint of God in the pattern of a leaf...

or if you have ever heard laughter between the notes of Beethoven’s Ninth...

or if you have ever heard violins echoing out of an abandoned building...

or if you have ever heard a poem caught inside the low rumbling wail of a train...

or if you have ever felt Atlantis between your fingertips in a handful of sand...

or if you have ever felt the beat of a butterfly’s wings as it stirs the air a hundred feet above the Amazon...

or if you have ever seen a trembling hand reaching out of the old black-and-white photo of your great-grandparents...

or if you have ever laid flat on the ground and felt the Earth carrying you just as your mother or father carried you when you were an infant...

or if you have ever looked into a cup of coffee and stared past the edge of forever...

or if you have ever secretly laid your fingertips upon a Van Gogh in a museum and felt the ecstacy of the saints...

or if you have ever moved with a winter wind as if dancing a tango in a Spanish ballroom...

or if moments have ever wrapped themselves around you like fire around a cup of cool water...


or if you have ever thought of it first or said it too late...
or if you have ever heard the soft, conspiratorial murmur between the winds...

or if you have ever believed paradise to be the absence of fear...

or if you have ever believed in your heart something your mind could not accept...

or if you have ever seen in a child’s face a look that says “I’ve got this whole life thing all figured out”...

or if you have ever asked yourself a question that you didn’t really want the answer to...

or if you have ever danced to music that only you could hear...

or if you have ever seen, etched in small print somewhere in a blan
ket of garden dust, detailed instructions on the secret procedure of emerging from a cocoon...

or if you have ever seen staircases opening up in the ground and closing again in the ground inside your shadow, between the casual blinking of your eyes...

or if your own emotions have ever taken shape before you in a long dark night of the soul, to walk in slow circles around you and drive a sword into your side...

or if you have ever touched a boy’s hand and felt within him the divine pulse of the heavens quickening his blood and stretching his bones slowly towards the sun, as if to bring him closer to its fire...

or if you have ever turned fitfully for hours in your sleep while unable to escape the brief but unerasable memory of the girl with brown eyes and black hair who looked at you from across the room for only a moment in just the right way to make you think she had a secret to tell you...

or if you have ever come upon the face of a pale, long-forgotten god sleeping underneath the surface of the waters, waiting five thousand years to proclaim — to anyone who will listen — that there was more truth in the myths and legends than the world has yet discovered...

or if you have ever heard the soul whom you most love in all the world (whether or not you have ever met) calling to you across a thousand miles, whispering a song in a secret language that only the two of you will ever understand, with words that you can only hear in the hollow of your bones...

or if you have ever felt inside your skin the slow eternal uncoiling of the thread binding you to the primal ancestor, loosening the grip with a light tug across a thousand ages to give you a little slack...

or if the night has ever sang to you as if a choir were crammed into its every breath...

or if you have ever felt yourself large enough to brush against hell, or small enough to fit inside heaven...

or if you have ever seen a thousand words inside a silence...

...then hello, how are you, it’s good to see you again.

Cheers

Today's post is only dedicated to my friend Abcent aka Charlie3 aka Abdul.... He wanted me to paste this rhyme sent to me by him .. so here u gooooooooooooooooo....... Enjoy!! ...


Hey Bina!
Look at this, it's a rhyme, a stolen one, I stole it for your wet-canvas.:P

Have you ever just sat and listened?
Or hoped for something to arise?
Have you ever been so cold and so lonely?
Or waited for a great big surprise?
Have you ever been lost and despaired?
Or covered your life up with lies?
Have you ever just asked yourself why?
Or got lost in the depths of another's eyes?
Have you ever just given it all up?
Or turned over the card of demise?
Well, its just like sitting and listening...And hoping for SOMETHING to arise!

Copy & paste it, don't just waste it!
The Rhyme-Thief (LOL)

Split - Second Thinking of Something Meaningful

Why do I always have to try and do the impossible?





is it





Because






The impossible itself says " I M POSSIBLE "

A NOTE TO THE DIFFICULT ONE

Sometimes the poems are interesting moments of my screen life, and every once and a while a poem hits me right between the eyes. I didn’t know anything about W.S. Graham and wondered how he escaped my attention this poem was really sweet to read and held me close with every word reading after reading I even imagine it is a poem that will help me to better understand how to paint my canvas .

A NOTE TO THE DIFFICULT ONE

This morning I am ready if you are,

To hear you speaking in your new language.

I think I am beginning to have nearly

A way of writing down what it is I think

You say. You enunciate very clearly

Terrible words nearly always just beyond me.




I stand in my vocabulary looking out

Through my window of fine water ready

To translate natural occurrences

Into something beyond any idea

Of pleasure. The wisps of April fly

With light messages to the lonely.




This morning I am ready if you are

To speak. The early quick rains

Of Spring are drenching the window-glass.

Here in my words looking out

I see your face speaking flying


In a cloud wanting to say something.

---W.S. Graham 1918-1986

PAINTING WORDS.....

I paint my words
Just as I write my paintings
The colours of words are as important as the vocabulary of a brushstroke...
Poetry shows out what is behind words
Just like a flower shows out the harmony of the world
Just by moving in the summer wind..
Poetry reveals what is universal in everyone's destiny But remains asleep in everyone's soul :
We need the poet's words to wake up...
I need the words of Rimbaud, Baudelaire and Michaux to look up to the manWho is behind my mirror..
I need the words of Essenin, Akhmadoulina and Brodsky to find out thatthe language of poetry is the same even behind foreign words..
.Su Tung, a Chinese writer from the 8th century, wrote about one of his friendscalled Wang Wei : "when I read one of Wang Wei's poems, I find a painting in his poem when I look at one of Wang Wei's paintings, I find a poem in his painting"