WETCANVAS

2007-12-20T12:59:00.000-08:00

Do not gaze for me.....

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youFORCEDmeintosomeoneineverwishedfor

2007-01-28T20:31:00.000-08:00

Here I am, lost in the light of the moon that comes through my window
Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses
It's you and the roses
Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go
I will find my way
when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow
Here I am, lost in the ashes of time, but who wants tomorrow?
In between the longing to hold you again
I'm caught in your shadow,
I'm losing control
My mind drifts away, we only have today
Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go
I will find my way
I will sacrifice 'til the blinding day when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow
When the veils are gone as I let you go,
as I let you go

IHATEUI HATEUI ATEUIHATEUI HATEUIHATEUIHATEU
IHATEUIHATEUIHATEUIHATEUIHATEUIHATE UIHATEU

I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U
I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U

I HATE U

I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U I HATE U
IHATEU
I HATE U
I HATE U

I HATE U

I HATE U

I HATE U

I HATE U

I HATE U

IHATEUIHATEUIHATEUIHATEU

CaLlInG No OnE......

2006-07-11T23:17:00.000-07:00

2006-07-01T22:24:00.000-07:00

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2006-06-19T00:44:00.000-07:00

There are times when all you want to do is, sit behind the curtains of the stage or sit in front of the stage watching the show like a ghost and see the puppets performing on the stage, doing mimicry ….curtains raising up and down one after the other, you being an unvoiced audience, the shows going on 24 hrs round the clock…..

They say When you see things too closely or focus on it too directly, it gets fuzzy and blurred… everything looks distracted …You have to take few steps back, in order, to see the things from a certain distance to get the comprehensible picture …. It is strange and bizarre, how things shape up themselves whether you want them or not, in spite of, all human odds… There comes a chapter in every individual’s life when all one needs, is to explore one self , to know the meaning of one’s subsistence …Sometimes one have to draw a line before certain relationships, to know where one fits in the frame of one’s painting …

hate to say this, but, apparently,I am going through the same phase, where the cycle of my life is getting dull and tedious and being an artist, it is not acceptable and up to standard of my blotch .have to locate the shades of grey in a monotone till I stumble upon…….……. all I want is to get disappeared for some time , where no one sees me n I see none. No trace of me, no footsteps for them to find where I have moved out. To travel around, to get grounded .A place where I can spend time painting and searching my soul, getting closer to my Lord (Allah).

it Is , yet , not so easy to leave behind the people you always wanted to be around you for one reason or the other , but , I guess this is what life is all about , the fact is ,sometimes life is hard on you , it makes you do things you never wanted to do …. you can not always keep on giving explanations for each step u seize, for every movement you craft , for every gesture you compose be it rational , be it benevolent…. they can not be with you till eternity not because they can not move with you but ‘cause you do not want them to draw closer to you … how many times I have shed my tears in order to stop them with a silent notion assuming it has more power than words itself ,later I realized it doesn’t work that way … every person has a reason for the way they act…They say one is lucky to have people around them , caressing them , listening to their crap, bearing their mood swings , having fits of laughter on their stupidity and all of a sudden you draw a line before them ‘cause too much attention and consideration makes u uncomfortable . It becomes itchy…I tell you , yes, now all I need is some space .i crave to be alone , out from the this egoistical world.. To take off the mask I have been wearing for so long, tired of thrashing YOU inside ME deep down somewhere… the picture is not vivid anymore… got filth on it with time. How dramatic life is playing its part… … how destructive i have become. I don’t want to judge and put them in to a group or class , else won’t have time to love them … n life is too short to love then why waste time criticizing and disparaging others …

How many papers I have washed out in order of jotting down my emotions, my random thoughts believing paper has more patience than people. You can blabber, rotten on , talk nineteen to the dozen and go on and on and it will not articulate or state you in a category ….

I smudge down my pen right here, for a better tomorrow…. I appreciate you all for being a wonderful audience….

this can't be 'ME'

2006-05-24T16:17:00.000-07:00

YOU, have changed........
and ...... so, have I ........

I have started to HATE, every person i get to KNOW......

when, where and how did it happen ?

do YOU know ?.....

I don't know.I don't know.I don't know. I don't know.I don't know.I don't know.
I don't know.I don't know.I don;t know.I don't know.I don't know.I don't know.
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I beleived , every person u meet wears an invisible sign"NOTICE ME"...LOVE was the only feeling i could spread .... SMILE was the only beauty i could wear....HAPPINESS was the only spark i could see in the eyes of others... the meaning of the words, rage, despair, confusion,agony, sorrow,hatred,posessive which i was unaware of, now reflect from every word u say...You are no more, the person i used to know..and ..I am no more , the same person U will ever know....

To whom it may Concern......

2006-05-18T20:41:00.000-07:00

..........Many Happy Returns Of The Day.........

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2006-05-16T00:14:00.000-07:00

It is so easy to say NO , sometimes out of the fear, so, how about just taking a hard road and saying ,YEs....

You know, i would like to see you again ,if , that is alright.....
(Just say this one time)...

I mean . what is so wrong in just being friends....

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Nothing , i guess.... (whisper)
yeah , Nothing....

but...........

Never Mind.........

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2006-05-13T21:11:00.000-07:00

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what is better? a LIE that draws a smile or a TRUTH that draws a tear?

Baba jani....

2006-05-06T22:55:00.000-07:00

Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderfull
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love
we'd be Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love
Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done through us
he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely
made from love
Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
Without you who conceived the one
That's so very lovely made from love

Baba jani do you remember telling me , Isn't she lovely by steive Wander was the first song that came into your mind when nurse gave you the news saying *You are blessed with a baby girl* and you hold me in your arms saying; 'You are truly Blessed.....'

Dad dreams, he plans,he struggles to give us the best.His sacrifice is quiet,his life is love expressed

Blessed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father.
Any guy can be a father.

It takes someone special to be a Daddy.

Any man can be a father, but it takes a real man to change a dirty diaper

By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he is wrong

a father is someone that holds your hand at the fairmakes sure you do what your mother saysholds back your hair when yor are sickbrushes that hair when it is tangled because mother is too busylets you eat ice cream for breakfeast but only when mother is awayhe walks you down the aisleand tells you everythings gonna be ok
When i was born,You were there to catch me when i fall, whenever and wherever.When i said my first words,You were there for me,to teach me the whole dictionary if need be.When i took my first steps,You were there to encourage me on.When i had my first day at school,you were there to give me advice and help me with my homework.I still havent finished school,or walked down the aisle, or had my first child.But i know you will be there for me through all these times and more, the good and bad.So i just wrote this to say 'I LOVE YOU DAD

There are few times when you become speechles... no matter how much you try but words dunt come out right... there are no exact words to describe the feelings... anf that is exactly what i m going though ... All i can say is....

I am as just lucky as i can be for the worlds best dad belongs to me....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABA JANI.....

The Visit.....

2006-05-01T17:34:00.000-07:00

The things you don't show
The things you will never tell
The things you keep so well hidden
I know them.

The things you let go
The smallest details you forget about
The trail you leave behind
They carry your small secrets

You may feel you are the only one to know
You may think nothing is lost
But as soon as you let go
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It's gone

The King of Realism ...

2006-04-25T11:30:00.000-07:00

Ron Mueck is an Australian artist who has no formal training in fine Arts.Before becoming a fine artist he worked for twenty years in children's television, motion picture special effects, and advertising. He now lives and works in London.His work is quite fascinating.I am sure that his ultrarealism produces staggering hits of wowie-zowieness

Newsweek critic Peter Plagens lauded Mueck as "the best thing to happen to figurative sculpture in ... generations." Topping that, a cover story for Modern Painters raved that Mueck was "the equal of Vermeer." Others aren't as enamored. Critics have branded him "a one-hit wonder" or snobbishly dismissed him as a "model maker." One naysayer told me, "He's a phenomenon that should be cut off at the knees." Another decried his work as "a cheap shot." But is Mueck that different from his British cohorts who also deal with hyperrealism?

Even though there may be nothing more flavorless or enervating than sheer mimicry, for better and for worse, realism is what this generation of British artists excels at.

Mind Blowing work ....

this is what we call ART...

2006-04-24T20:36:00.000-07:00

Realistic Sculptures
by Ron Mueck from Australia

Tagged....

2006-04-16T16:03:00.000-07:00

Since i have been tagged by Mehwish (hush)...
so, here it goessssssss......

1-Smoked a cigarette:-*sigh* well, never felt like trying ....hahaaha....i dunt like to smoke yet i dunt like smokers... :( those who smoke please dont hate me for this...:)

2.Drank too much:- as in alcohol? no wayyyyyyyy...its not good... lol ... u knwo wat alcohol does to one .... it spits all the reality of the other people he/she knows who tries to hide their real evil faces behind the zoro mask..:p

3 -crashed a friend's car:- damn, i m still waiting to crash mehwish's car.... hehehe... ... jsut joking... :p well crashed my own car with a motorcycle n got my other side of the wndow into million little pieces .... hahahahahah ...

4.stolen a car.....lol. .... .i remember after one of my other cousin's mehndi ... we cousins wrecked our uncle's car and ran away with icecreams all the way to sea side at 3 in the morning... it was fun ...the guys danced all night hella lulleya around the bonfire... its been 5 yrs now...:)its something worth remembering ...havent done since than..... :

5.been in love:-yes, with my self..... :).....Do you believe love at a first sight or shall i walk by again ....:P

6.shoplifted...naaaaaaaah... never

.7.quit your job.......naaaaaah... not so far... i m a multi tasker.. like to put my hands n feet on everything....lol.... my surrounding is beautiful coz i play with different colours to make it lively.... prolly that is the reason i n the people areound me dunt get bored easily....

8.filed for divorce.....hehe its yet too early to file.... :)

9.been in a fist fight:- i dutn like to get into arguements... fists fight ... hahah no chance.... to escape ur self from all this .. who ever starts just say .... * aap khush rahe . humari kher hia* ... :P

10.broken a bone....i always wanted to get it broken so i get plastered n ppl visit me with bouquets n chocolates.... n u can have as many icecreams u want ....ur mom wont come running to stretch from r hands n reminiding you that you have to lose weight.. hahahahah ... .

11-saved someone's live........yes , i have ...

12.been arrested........nope, not yet....

13.gone on a blind date......no,but i m sure it would be very adventurous...

14.lied to a friend.....no.....er... yes I guess....* looking here n there *ph. comeon we all do .... no?

15.skipped school.....yep loads of times.....its fun u know.... those old careless days.... damn.... in professiona life u cant... this reminds me of jagjit's ghazal.
Ya daualt bhi le lo , ye shohrat bhi le lo , bhale cheen lo mujh se meri jawani , mager mujh ko lauta do bachpan ka sawan , ye kaghaz ki kashti ye derya ka panu .....

16.seen someone die.....yes, my dear dadi who i loved more than anything in this world said farewerll to me 8 montha ago... the moment she was dying was the moment i realized there is nothing in this world you can do to stop ppl from going....

17.been to canada.......lol... me canadian baba ji ... canadian se pooch rahe ho canada gaye ho... tussi bare mazaki ho ....

...18.been to mexico.......yep n i loved it ....

19.been on a plane......no,i travel other continents flying ...:p

20...been lost...i still am ... just tryiong to explore *ME*...;)

21. Been on the opposite side of the country:-...???

22.Swam in the ocean.....naaaaaaaaaaah.... who do you think i am ... a life saver ...... :P

23.Felt like dying:- nOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo...i love my life.... :)

24. Been stung by a bee.....nope....

25.Played cops and robbers... a million times....

26.Recently colored your hair...i love my natural hair colour..
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27.done smething you told yourself you wouldnt do....Rules are meant to be broken or else you will miss out all the fun :)

28.made prank calls......well,to b honest my hands always shivered when i tried to make a prank call .. lol... i wonder y but yes me n mehwish did make .infinite times when me and mehwush got together, we used to try this a lot when we used to come to karachi.( we were in 9th grade at that time ).."aaap ka fridge chal raha hay and the person on t he other end would say ..haan and we'd go like.... pakar lay bhaag na jayaya...lol...." but since the invention of the "CALLER ID"..hahahahhaha .... but personally i never did....

29.Lost over 20 pounds......oh , hell yeah ....10 more to go... hahaaah......its not easy... :P

30.Caught a snowflake on your tongue....yup.... n i can still feel the feeling of it when i first had it ...

31.Danced in the rain.......i love to dance in the rain ... coz .. no one knows you are crying.... hahahahahah

32.wrote a letter to Santa Clause......never felt spenidng my precious time n money on something that never existed or exists...

33.Been kissed under the mistletoe....ewwwwwwwww

34. Had your opinion printed in the newspaper.....yeah in the dawn newspaper...

35.Taken a bubble bath with someone......yeah with my girlfriends when I was a little girl and mehwish was one of them....(mehwish answer pasted here )

36.Made a bonfire on the beach......yes

37.Crashed a party......nahhhhhhhhhhhh

38.gone roller-skatin..........infinite timess.........

39.ice -skatin.......yuppppppppp... it's fun... i rmemeber first time when i went n ended up my self rolling all over.... lol....

Initially i was very excited abt this quiz but ended up feeling like a punishment ... TRUST ME..... ... :P .. hell lot of questions... hahahahaha ... if u want to punish someone .. tag them. so here u go ..... everyone's been tagged.....
:)

whisper......

2006-04-09T21:50:00.000-07:00

Another year has gone by
And I'm still the one by your side
After everything that's gone by
There's still no one saying goodbye
Though another year has gone by

Laahasil......

2006-04-02T19:52:00.000-07:00

What is she going to learn from broke? It’s not like she was a spendthrift before....

When the laughter drained, more quickly than either of them were now prepared for , along silence ensured, a silence that refused to be broken, that paralyzed both of them even as it insisted that something be done ….
You never get to have what you had…. Things change whether u want them or not….. You kind of forced them … You decided you wanted something ,and, like always------

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Never mind about everything .Lets go back to where we were.. But she knows-knows it because she does love him that much- that it cannot be so easy yet......

these had taken the form of crimes of the tongue , or crimes of silence-things said or left unsaid –and perhaps words lose their force, just dry up and blow away after a certain amount of time, or alter their characters, changing from arrows and slights to dust bunnies of other things-one persons hearts desire refused to him or her , yet freely, even carelessly, given to another - perhaps time turns these to memories and than to words , and these, too , are
s-c-a-t-t-e-r-e-d….

ReTuRn of Benzi-Artsy...

2006-04-02T19:33:00.000-07:00

good- bye

2006-02-20T07:52:00.000-08:00

Hope ou will move on ...............
to Greener pastures..............................

KaIsE kAhOoN..........

2006-02-09T23:57:00.000-08:00

Kuch kehna hia mujh ko.......

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he says:- his words mens nothing....YET..... he knows how to play with them......
he syas:- words are nothing but empty vessels ........YET .........he is the jack of all the masters........

he syas:- action speaks louder than words..........

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she ( screaming silently):- U never tried to hear her silence before like today .......AND u believe in silence....

how can u read her silence , when u can't read her words.........
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u ask her ... if, she could read

IN BETWEEN THE LINES.......

*sigh*

ye kaisi muahbbet hai tumahri ......
ye kaisi muahbbet hai tumahri.......

( break the ice .... ) remember......words are the supporting elements for silence..... say it... they are to be valued too ........before its too late........ .

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2006-02-06T17:02:00.000-08:00

Learning to draw and paint.Most amusing.Probably the only subject on offer that she didn't need because she could already do it.Well, used to be able to do it... Her early dreams of being a painter seemed like an embarassing first crush, a piece of folly best forogtten .....

Devoting herself to the glory of colour and shape in solitude , the world outside no more than fibres for her to spin into images...Alone, the patterns of her thoughts would be clear and vibrant, shockign the virgin paper with their boldness, her brush caressing and seductive ....She snorted at herself:- Saint Bella of the Divine brushstrokes........

zaroorat ijaad ki maa hia ......

2006-02-01T19:18:00.000-08:00

how-to-get-hot-water....

Necessity-is-the-mother-of-invention....lolz...

One of my friend emailed me this pic..
its freaky !!!!!

UNKNOWN PATH.....

2006-01-22T18:16:00.000-08:00

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

What is the answer?

...[Silence]...

what is the question?

Huh?

*sighs*

BREAK THE ICE ….. no more, in between the lines …
(Screaming Silently)

I miss u dadi , I wish you would have not left me that soon , life would have been a lot different from today and much easier . I know you would have lend a hand on my behalf like u first did for me , we were late, but , now I don’t want to make the same mistake …

I love u n I miss u badly ………..

GRADUATION ......

2006-01-20T20:05:00.000-08:00

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives,
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause were on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cuz you don't have another day

Cuz we're moving on and we cant slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June,
I didnt know much of love but it came too soon.
And there was me and you and well we got real blue,
Stay at home talking on the telephone, with me,
We'd get so excited and we'd get so scared,
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair...

And this is how it feels...

As we go on,
We remember,
All the times we,
Had together,
And as our lives change,
Come whatever,
We will still beFriends Forever...

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money,
When we look back now will our jokes still be funny?,
Will we still remember everything we learned in school,
Still be trying to break every single rule?(every rule)
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, keep thinking that its not goodbye,(not goodbye)
Keep on thinkin its our time to fly

And this is how it feels...

As we go on,
We remember,
All the times we,
Had together,
And as our lives change,
Come whatever,
We will still beFriends Forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow? (somehow)
I guess I thought that this would never end,
AND SUDDENLY IT'S LIKE WE'RE WOMEN AND MEN
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Or will these memories fade when I leave this town?,
I keep, I keep thinking that its not goodbye
Keep on thinking its our time to fly...

As we go on,
We remember,
All the times we,
Had together,
And as our lives change,
Come whatever,
We will still beFriends Forever...

by Vitamin C

I MISS U ALL MY FRIENDS!!!!!!
LOVE & HUGS TO ALL MY GIRL FRIENDS!!!!
u girls rock!!!

Knowing is HALF the BATTLE......

2006-01-09T18:22:00.000-08:00

LIFE.......

it's always good, but sometimes, when its kind of bad , it's still pretty good........

98% BrAiN dA mAgEd!!!!!

2005-12-28T18:10:00.000-08:00

WARNING!!!!!

2005-12-17T10:33:00.000-08:00

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

Beautifuly Broken.....

2005-12-16T10:20:00.000-08:00

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

2005-12-13T21:58:00.000-08:00

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….

2005-12-03T22:17:00.000-08:00

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

Thoughts to Ponder...

2005-11-30T21:15:00.000-08:00

* 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....

2005-11-25T09:44:00.000-08:00

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.....

2005-11-20T01:29:00.000-08:00

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

el amor significa la libertad

2005-11-13T20:16:00.000-08:00

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.....

2005-11-11T10:00:00.000-08:00

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.....

2005-11-11T09:01:00.000-08:00

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!

2005-11-06T19:15:00.000-08:00

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

2005-11-06T18:18:00.000-08:00

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 .....

2005-10-27T06:23:00.000-07:00

...

2005-10-27T06:08:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-19T20:29:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-18T17:28:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-12T22:24:00.000-07:00

http://pakstop.com/

Qamayat Ka Manzer Qareeb Araha Hai.

2005-10-12T22:07:00.000-07:00

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 ....

2005-10-07T22:05:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-02T21:29:00.000-07:00

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

will post later in detail

LOVE YOU 2
muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Completely Numb....

2005-09-19T19:03:00.000-07:00

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

POLLING....

2005-09-12T00:09:00.000-07:00

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 .....

2005-09-07T14:40:00.000-07:00

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..

2005-09-06T11:13:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-14T17:16:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-14T02:06:00.000-07:00

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!!

2005-06-16T20:43:00.000-07:00

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 ?

2005-06-14T04:44:00.000-07:00

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...

2005-06-07T06:04:00.000-07:00

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...

2005-06-07T05:35:00.000-07:00

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

2005-06-06T05:31:00.000-07:00

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

('http://www.liquidgeneration.com/sabotage/vision_sabotage.asp');

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

KUCH LAUG

2005-05-31T05:25:00.000-07:00

* 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...

2005-05-21T21:11:00.000-07:00

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!!

2005-05-19T21:41:00.001-07:00

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 ....

2005-05-15T01:29:00.000-07:00

w y d i w y g

WHAT YOU DREAM IS WHAT YOU GET

"ARTISTS"

2005-04-23T04:30:00.000-07:00

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

2005-04-22T15:15:00.000-07:00

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

2005-04-21T01:51:00.000-07:00

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

2005-04-20T14:58:00.000-07:00

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

2005-04-05T02:05:00.000-07:00

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

2005-03-29T12:03:00.000-08:00

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.....

2005-03-25T00:13:00.000-08:00

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"