Whether you wish to tell the truth or you wish to lie, you need courage. Cowards cannot do both. They sit silently and play safe. They neither tell the truth nor tell lies. The silence implies "I'll kill you by remaining silent. I won't be blamed for your death nor will I be called a liar or cheat. I won't speak at all. This is my kind of style."
-The new Melody
Perhaps for you I don't exist.
My passions, my emotions,
They are just misplaced notions.
For you, I know my expressions
Wouldn't actually matter,
As they would never reach you
To make, enough of an impact.
I know this though,
For you what exists,
Is the four walls that contain you.
I know you have made your pact
With them, while you gently
Live in that confinement.
The relationships that come
With it, have pinned you down
To the state of a kept woman
And oddly enough it is what
Makes you happy.
Can't you see, what I can see?
Happiness is not what
That surrounds you,
Happiness is you!
As when you smile,
A smile such sublime as that
I find myself to drop down and drown
In that smile of your...
Do you see this?
It's my back,
Until you can see
Beyond the cheekbones,
There's nothing left
For you here.~E.M. Fraser
I take It one day at a time;
Riding each wave
At the precise moment
It's meant to be conquered.~E.M. Fraser
Don't you ever join the crowd,
When you're all by yourself, your heart will feel proud.
Carry your own weight, words.
Give yourself life so I can sit back and admire your beauty.
It was the winter of 2005. I was taking a stroll in my garden. It was almost evening. And my skin felt raw under the cold November sky. Lightly the wind blew and caressed my bare surfaces. The roses had bloomed and the garden smelled of love. Crowds of dandelions flirted with the light breeze. Squirrels squeaked and the Cuckoos cooed. The evening came and the day had departed. I walked and walked and walked and kept walking. On the way I stopped by the giant tree to see its silhouette against the dimming sky. It brought back memories of my childhood and when I played under it's gentle branches. Of days I never think and remember anymore. The past drifted away and it's gon...
Pull your hair back,
watch your steps,
pull your hair back and walk.
Pull that skirt up,
Watch those heels,
pull your skirt right up and walk.
Pin your hands to the side,
watch the corners of the walls,
don't brush against those cruel structures
Put your hands on your waist, walk.
Stretch that smile to the corners of your face.
Pull it hard,
Ignore those who throw jargons at the colour of your lips,
Throw that damn lipstick away,
Stretch that smile to the corners of your soul now and walk.
Lift your brows,
Sting with your eyes, watch what lies there,
- the dream that you've so long dreamed of.
Lift your brows, open those fiery eyes and you walk now.
Walk the beauty you are.
De cuajo me arrancan de mi equilibrio los huracanes que hay en tus ojos,
Obligándome a nadar en los ríos de tu piel para desembocar en el océano de tu mente.
Y desde ahí, contemplar el amanecer de tu hermosa sonrisa, despacio
Como si fuese masoquismo me enamoro de mi captora,
me encanta cuando tus aguas se tornan turbias,
me desespera cuando titubean en ese olaje,
y amo como a veces se me escurre entre los dedos la arena que hay en lo más profundo de tu ser.
Fragments of his dream, She
Never into reality, blurred
Pixelated yet clear, truth
Perfect or not, Unrevealed
Everything and nothing, mysterious
Life in its own way, serious
Died a million deaths, in vain
Holding her sparkle smiles, in pain!
Al-Quran Chapter 97: Al-Qadr
"Surely, We have revealed this Quran in the night of Qadr (destiny). And what could make you understand what the night of Qadr is! The night of Qadr is better than one thousand months. The angels and the Spirit (Gabriel) come down, by the leave of their Rabb (Lord), with all Decrees. That night is the night of Peace, till the break of dawn."
-Chapter 95, Verses 1-5
This chapter was revealed in Mecca, Saudi Arabia. The theme of this chapter is to acquaint man with the value, worth and importance of the Quran.
The Night of Qadr has two meanings, both are implied here. First, it is the night during which destinies are decided. Second, the revelati...
Life can be easy
Life can be exciting
Life can be full of choices
Life can be full of adventure
Life can be full of opportunity
Life can be full of unexpected events
Life can be tonnes of sobs and laughter
Life can be an array of challenges, mistakes
Compromises, failure-I would prefer experimentation
To failure. Because failure is a stepping stone to success.
But Yes Life can definitely be hard to some
Pens were made to puncture your chest so all the words come dripping out. To let your heart spill out in black ink-trails crawling slowly, painfully towards the paper's edge.
Pens were made for paper cut hearts that bleed in silence, for blood that boils with untold tails, for smiles that seal a thousand truths.
Pens were made for sorcerers, who hidden in their innermost self can make black and white turn into color and nourish a rosebud from a broken heart.
Pens were made for ink and blood to blend in a sea of poppies made of words.
You make me smile
You make me sad
You make me feel everything
what you want to
You make me feel what I am feeling
The particular time even more
You add spice to my bitter life
You melt in as sugar to add
Sweetness in my life
Yes you my sweet spicy melodious