UNKNOWN PATH.....

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 ......

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......

LIFE.......


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

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?