By the fire place we sit,
you and me,
Things long forgotten we bring forth,
you and me,
and then I remember,
it's just me,
you surround me like a blanket of memory in a cold wintry evening...
I'm warmed up not so much as by the fire as by the thoughts of you...
just the memories radiate that much energy, i wonder what you would do to me in person...
When I found you, I lost myself to you,
Now that I lost you, the loss is still mine, only with you,
Do you not understand the difference, yet?
The loss will always be mine, Always Oh Always.
I haven't been so deeply affected by anything like this before... I'm so lucky, oh so lucky, I'm truly dazzled by the beauty of my Almighty's designs...
Radi tu billahi rabba
Wa bil islamideena
Wa bi muhammadin sallallahu alaihiwasallam sallam
Nabi wa rasoolah
I pledge myself to you oh my Creator.
I have found love...
A new love...
Oh, I'm burning in it with such pure passion and I'm drowning in it with such a deep sigh... I don't feel breathless anymore... I'm sure, this is the love I was waiting for...
I was so lost before... so listless... EVERYTHING is so clear now... I now know why it never worked out with anyone else...
because I always had Him calling to me in the deep of the night... when all else failed me.
My Heart asked my Brain to feel.
My Brain asked my Heart to think.
I asked myself to keep away.
Don't find love.
Let love find you.
That's why it's called falling in love; Because you don't force yourself to fall,
You just fall.
To you who is reading this :
Language was invented for one very important reason, people, to woo the person you're talking to. Wooing doesn't only mean in the context of men courting women (although heaven knows that's one hella point of it too though), it also means seducing a person's mind and thoughts and moulding his or her stream of consciousness in the way you want with nothing but your bare words. So next time when you attempt to communicate, don't use "very" too many times, it's lame, and don't say "a man is very tired", say "he's exhausted", don't say "very sad", use "morose".
And Boys, if you're planning to seduce a woman with words, in that endeavour, laziness will not do.
You know how people buy drinks for girls at bars?
Why can't people do that at bookstores?
Like if I'm looking at a book at Oxford or Starmark and some person walks up to me and offers to buy me that book?
There's a lot better chance of that working out in their favour.
I'm going to wait for such a day to come.
I'm lost in the translation of you and me together. The conversations that the rush of my blood has with the look of your eyes. The language my heart speaks in deciphering the codes of your touch.
Such a beautiful language to learn.
If drugs are illegal for athletes, shouldn't make up be banned for models?
It's the 21st century, dude. All is fair as long as the people judging are not affected.
The Mom Test.
I was out walking with my 4-year-old cousin and her Mother on the other day. My cousin picked up something off of the ground and started to put it in her mouth. Her mom took away the item and asked her not to do that. 'Why?' she asked, 'Because it's been on the ground; you don't know where it's been; it's dirty, and it probably has germs,' her Mom replied.
At this point my cousin looked at her with total admiration and asked 'Mum, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart!' her Mom thought quickly and replied, 'All Moms know this stuff. It's on the Mom Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mom.'
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 min...
I promise to love you,
The way Twilight loves the Dawn and the Dusk loves Twilight...
The way Morning loves to shine...
The way Stars love to peer through the Night...
The way Darkness loves Light...
The way the Moon cannot light up without the Sun...
The way Water loves to ripple...
The way the Heart loves Blood...
The way Black loves White...
The way Life loves Death...
The way Words pray to be read...
The way Eyes love to see...
The way a Paper loves Ink...
The way a Road loves Distance...
The way Forever loves Infinity...
The way a Poet loves to write...
The way a Lover loves to be loved by his Beloved...
Thoughts of you glide and play through my blood t...
To the readers of Diary of a Wimpy Kid:
Remember the time Greg Heffley never made you laugh?
Immortalised in Love Infinite.
That's all I ever want.
And when I say I want You,
I mean your Demons can come too.
You are what you are because of all the things that you're made up of.
And I like you all the more for it.
Yes, I'm broken too.
But I'll love you and your each little piece with my broken self.
We'll be like a jigsaw puzzle. Fitting in with each of our broken pieces at every curve and crevice.
We won't be a fairytale written by Man.
Ours will be a story written by God.
We'll be eternal in that we've been a part of the most basic ancient human source of happiness that will never face extinction as long as the human race exists. Love.
I'm not sure how it happened, but you have captured my soul, I am in awe of your effect on me with each passing moment.
Your essence surrounds me, making it impossible for me to not think about and yearn for you.
I am trying not to miss you, but each thought I think goes back straight to you.
It's not like I'm ignoring you, I'm just trying to get a grip on my heart, but it seems like my heart has a mind of its own, in spite of what it went through last time.
Shameless, shameless Heart!
I don't want to lose control, I don't want to lose myself in another story bound to end up in a nightmare. I won't be able take another blow.
But, I can't, just, can't stop thinking about you a...
In this poem,let it be known,
that I'm in love with words alone,
I don't need a voice to hear,or a face to see,
either way she is still beautiful to me,
It escalated so quickly from like to love,
that now she is the only thing I'm thinking of,
a screen is the only gateway from me to her,
a simple little screen on a computer,
each word she writes goes straight to my heart,
and I hate the times that we have to be apart,
but when I get to talk to this girl,
every word she writes makes my world,
The words are so rich and there always real,
the kisses the hugs,all of them I can feel,
from the distance between us,we have no choice,
this board full of keys is are only voice,
and we have to conside...
Insanity does not run in our veins... it gallops along to and fro at it's own leisure...😂😂😂
good (read bad) morning grizzly🐻...🐯
hope you have a good (read rough)😡 day... I'm so glad (rawwwwrrrrr)😠 you nominated me for that great (read abso-freaking-lutely stupid)😕 challenge... all my very best (read worst)😡 wishes to you...
Hulk-human by day🐸
Tigress by night🐯
Good morning and thank you for such a colourful letter :)
Haha made my day! Totally did :)
Now I can code in peace :)
p.s: We don't suffer from insanity... we freaking enjoy every second of it!😼🙈🙉🙊
What Words Mean To Me:
"Words are the menders of our actions. They either defend or facade what we do in practice. Choose your words such that may compliment your actions. "
I nominate the following 2 lettrists to carry forward this challenge...
p.s. The person who nominated me for this challenge has been promised to be smashed... And smashed he'll be😡😡😡... *you.are.dead*
It all started at the Dubai airport.
I was waiting for my flight to Doha which was due boarding in some 4 hours.
Didn't know I was an object of acute study and observation.
That guy in denims and white shirt.
That guy who I didn't realise was looking at me intently, though with a careless attitude, reading each and every movement I was making.
Yeah, of course I was busy, busy relating everything I was upto, to my parents waiting impatiently for my safe arrival at Doha.
Didn't know how long he kept up the study until I looked up at the freaking huge and dazzling Rolex hanging from above. It was 21:00. My flight is in exactly 4 hours 15 minutes from now.
My eyes fell from the time piece...
They say happiness can't be bought...
I say I already bought it!
A beautiful diamond and platinum solitaire💍
Have you ever bought happiness?
Do let me know ☺😊
My dear friend reading this lettr,
Have you ever felt true love? Have you come across this one person yet, who can make you feel like your feet just left the ground? That feeling when all you see, think and feel is that one person? That feeling when you're in that "Loves me/loves me not" situation? That feeling when even when you're busy with the toughest of jobs, in spite of which your mind without your permission commands your attention to that one person? Those butterflies that fill up your stomach whenever you think of him/her? That stupid nervousness that troubles you when you hear his/her voice or when you are about to meet him/her? Those songs on your playlist just get even more perf...
For all who have forgotten themselves in the middle of nowhere (me included) :
Tell the truth
Date someone totally wrong for you
Love passionately and wildly
Spend all your cash
Get to know someone random
Say I Love You
Face yourself and them who expect your true self
Sing out loud
Soak in the rain
Laugh at stupid jokes
Cry, a lot
Call your ex and give them a piece of your mind
Tell someone how much they mean to you
Tell a jerk what you think
Hug people when they least expect it
Laugh till your stomach hurts
Open up yourself to those you love
Make others live
Live, not large, but worth the life you've been blessed with
My take on Witty Comebacks to Ill Intentioned Comments.
What do you say to someone who asks you a rude or inappropriate question, or says something offensive?
What do you say, they wondered, to questions like, “Have you lost weight?” “How much money do you make?” “Is that your real nose?” “When are you going to have children?” and “Did you mean to wear that today?”
Finding the right comeback can be a tricky thing. Assuming you’re unable to ignore the person or just walk away, how you handle inappropriate remarks says as much about your own character as the person ticking you off. And the comeback choices are limited if the insulting person is your boss–assuming you want to keep your job....
"If You're Not The One"
If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I'll never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you then why does your name resound...
What is this Feminism we are talking about, nowadays?
Placards, barricades, marches, and meetings... What are they for?
What do we want to convey?
What are we revolting against?
I will tell you where we stand.
Nothing really has changed. We are still the same. We are still stuck where we started (if thats a start)
What do we say?
"We women are equal to men" : oh! the irony!
Dont they understand?
'Feminists' want women to be equal to men. If thats their basic, they have failed at their very basic!
I mean who said men are higher in status than women in the first place, that we have to fight to be equal to men?
Our feminists have forgotten their own memorandum.
They have beco...
"YOUR BODY IS A WONDERLAND"
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed without my h...
Will it be a thinking of the Middle Ages, if I ask where has selfless love gone from our hearts?
Have we given up everything to legend and myth.
Is it mythical to be sincere in one's attitude, or selfless in one's love, or devotional with a pure conscience?
Is it retarted to think that being chaste is something of human pride.
Is it all a matter of materialism and superficiality.
Are we going to give ourselves up to meaningless abundance.
We have very conveniently fount out how to defend every breach of "moral conduct" ( read normal human nature) in the name of modernisation, changing times, generation gap, or maybe no reason at all.
We now have an excuse for every wrong deed with a name...