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Encountering EmancipationEncountering EmancipationThe cage was opened but she didnt fly. A bird forgets to fly if she is kept in a cage for years. My daughter read the last sentence of the book, the book got closed and she was upset. In the living room, her eyes fixed on the drawer of the TV trolley, she was trying to find something. Focused in even small things, she would never compromise on putting her best in anything she does. She is my girl but completely unlike me.What are you trying to find? I have just cleaned that drawer yesterday.Correction pen.Who uses it in our house that you will find it?I will find it myself. You dont worry. You just see this.I am sitting on a long sofa and trying to relax while she is busy in her treasure hunt for the correction pen. Tasneem passed me a photograph. Photographs bring memories back and you feel like you are back in that old time, living all those moments again. It was her childhood photograph
The Invisible ManI was sitting there like an invisible man. It was by my own choice. A lady came to the street where ATM stood tall. I was waiting since so long. I robbed her. The ladies who who saw me are now dead. The street was not a busy one. There were only four females, one got robbed and three got killed. Why did I leave the one whom I robbed? The answer is simple. I love hiding, like an invisible man. The hide and seek game was listed as an achievement in my resume of life. Secondly, I only rob a person once. There were only two choices either rob or shoot. I chose money and I am still the invisible man. Police is still trying to find me but they wouldn't be able to find me because I am an invisible man.I was sitting there like an invisible man and dreaming such non-sense.
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can give him/her a zeal to live.Pass it on with a smile
Thank you - Mom - you rockA mother love is everybody's first love.So is mine, and will always remain.Maa, Thanks for always being there.For being my best buddy.For doing every possible thing to make me happy.For all the time, support and moments we share.For shaping my personality.For encouraging me every time.For seeing dreams from me.And all the unconditional love.Now its my time.I wish and pray I can do the same.Wish me luck.Love ya Mom.Love of a full year, one day of recognitionLove of a lifetime.And you my dear God, you are great. Life is indeed a blessing in so many ways and its only you who could make such special creations.
My MomMother - a feminine manifestation of love. Love that is name of sacrifice for her when she doesn't eat something so her child (no longer a teen) can enjoy eating it. Love, which shapes up as hope when she wants her son to be best and succeed. Love molds into her pride when her darling walks up to the rostrum and gets an award. Love which turns into aggression so she can fight for his son's survival, fetching for him his well-deserved recognition. Love becomes support and guidance, ever ready to be given whether he wants it or not. Her love can be illustrated as a hug, as a pat on her back, or may it be a compliment or simply, magical and soothing "Love".My mom – a part of me, she is part of my life – most appropriately – she is my life. She is so very important I live through her breaths. I am her reflection, ambition, hope and faith and she is my mirror. Her love is unconditional, priceless and precious. Thank you my dear God for giving her to me as a blessing of yours.
Haunting Deja VuHaunting Déjà vuIt was Friday the 13th. The fairy angel was walking aimlessly whole night. The night, which was under the magical spell of full moon, betrayed the fairy by taking away all her magical powers. Though she still had her wings intact but now they were just reduced to ornamental prominence. She could no longer fly in the wind. The wind danced to the howling of the wolves and snatched the red roses out of the mother tree's hands. If fairies had blood in their bodies, she would have surely bled out completely from such treachery but her wings were red due to the color that roses shed to share sorrow with her. The bed of roses crushing under the angel's feet led to a grave. She was so engrossed in her spirit's hollowness that she didn't know she was in a graveyard. On reaching close, the sight and the mind started to converse with one another. Her consciousness took the message that her senses were trying to convey; it was her worldly name on the grave. But the fact sti
Before the dawnIAhmed was deeply engulfed in a book. He was enjoying the first printed edition of a vintage book. He loved to collect antiques and then sell them so other people can have the pleasure equally. Old is Gold, and they truly believed its preciousness. Similarly there is nothing like first love.Sara entered the antique shop. He went to the entrance to receive her."A donut for you.""Like always, thanks"Antique furniture and there conversations were a routine. Ahmed excitedly showed Sara the new addition to hBedis collection."I got this book for just $10. They were throwing this valuable piece into trash. A 50s original. See! This is a first edition print. It is a personally signed copy.""Very interesting. Great addition to be exact.""So how was the day at the shop?""The usual plain donuts, sugarcoated people.""That isn't that boring!""Just stand there for some hours and you'll know""Did you make any new sketches?""The ones which are for the university projects.""I would love t
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to make him silent", predicted the doctor back then. The guess came true; he is a complete chatter box. Now he wants to be a motivational speaker. He wants to change the world and the minds by using this skill in his workshops where he can help people to improve and kindle a spark of hope in them. He believes small steps lead to a bigger change. People
Emo....Arms foldHead bowsLegs curlTears flowHow can someone understandwhat it means to bealone?Oneperson, onegirl.Alone, ina grasping darkness calledlife.She sits in her corner,tears blurringthe world createdfor herby others.Unloved, unexperienced,naked, naive.Innocent.Death seems her only path,her onlyescape.An easy wayout,from the pain,from the fear.Redemption in ablade.Silver flashesCrimson runsFlesh whitens
Oogie Boogie songOOGIE BOOGIE-You're jokin', you're jokin',I can't believe my eyes.You're jokin me, you gotta be,This can't be the right guy.He's ancient, he's ugly,I don't knoe which is worse.I might just split a seam nowIf I don't die laughing first.When Mr. Oogie Boogie saysThere's trouble close at hand,You'd better pay attention now,'Cause I'm the Boogie Man.And if you aren't shakin',Then something's very wrong.'Cause this may be the last time now,That you hear the boogie song, ohhhOhhhOhhhOhhhOhhhOhhh, i'm the Oogie Boogie Man.OOGIE BOOGIE-Well if I'm feelin' antsy,And there's nothin' much to do,I might just cook a special batchOf snake and spider stew.And don't ya know one thing,That would make it work so nice?A roly-poly Sandy Claws to add a little spice.OhhhOh, yeahOhhhOhhhOhhhOh, yeah, I'm the Oogie Boogie ManSANTA-Release me nowOr you must face the dire consequencesThe children are expexting meSo please come, to your sensesOOGIE BOOGIE-You're jokin',
sticks and stones your tongue is the sharpest blade, your breath is the hottest fire. your words scald me like glowing coals, breaking me down,
I Am BoromirI am the sun upon the dawnthe lighted beacon in the night skythe star that shines the brightestI am the jewel of the kingdomI am the freedom of the landthe wildness of the mountain rangethe serenity of the oceanI am the spirit of the skyI am the lover of peacethe silence in the airand the quietness of the duskI am the flushing of your skinI am the keeper of the cityborn with sword in handblessed son of GondorI am Boromir
the fifth seasonscratch blueprints into her bark,her ground, her sea.stumble amidst the tumbleweeds, born from the stomach of her wretched earth,and witness her mothers' sweet decayblossoming blossomingfar away.wherebroken legends renounce their life:pray a solemn cry for regeneration. tear open the seal, rip open her soul- wherepages are left imprinted, just unread. breathe, and unravelher lieslies: her beautiful beautiful forged lies;whereshe's calling now, her vacant minda famine in the harvest;where she's waiting now, a crisp frostsplintering through june, her letterssown and scattered amongst the soil.bury your heart, your soul, your sin.she made your heart, a patchwork programmed-she'll own your life:and she's ready to begin.
UnlovedUnlovedI look into you hollow blue eyesAnd feel my heart being ripped apartI know now that I am unlovedNot by not by anyoneI am alone and there is no one here to catch my fallI hit solid ground, with no supportI am unlovedAnd left aloneI am a contaminated beingMy living creates suffering around othersThey always seem to leave meI am unlovedI am held in your empty armsKnowing you have no feelingsKnowing that this will lead me no whereBecause I am UnlovedNot by you not by anyoneYour kiss upon my mouth holds nothing but disgustYou remember not the feelings I poured into youBut the anger you feltI through myself upon youHoping, praying that you will catch meBut you don'tSince I am unlovedAlone in this worldNo where to turnNowhere to runI am UnlovedNot by you not by anyone
05.04.29If I told you I don't you—anymore — Maybe I never didI wonder if you would surveyme with those saddest sweetest yet have I been unpromising:
Please. Let Me
two wrists full of stickynotesNote to Self: The only thing worse than carpal tunnel is writer's block.
MemoirsThe best moments that we spend togetherwere those that we cherished aloneseparated from each other in our dreamson twilight nights.And the silenceafterwards, is always dreadful.