Ain't nobody got time to see the pain in your eyes, to feel the sorrows you undergo. No one feels the bruises you get passing through the burning field of life.
Sometimes, all you need is a sound sleep.
I want to change my life, like REALLY A DIFFERENT AND CRAZY LIFE! I want to cross all the boundaries i am trapped in, either religious or social. I want to feel ecstasy that could calm the endless inferno of disturbed emotions wandering inside me.
Most of the people don't understand me, and the rest of them...i don't understand. May be I'm not designed to be understood by anyone but Allah.
The question is how can you overthrow your enemies? Well, I suggest never display your weaknesses and strengths. I know it's what everybody know, but may be not everyone has experienced.
You do we crush our soul to make them happy? The people who are selfish, mean and self-centered. Do they deserve all that we do for them? No, i guess.
I wish if calamities could come with a warning and happiness with life-time guarantee.
Only a miracle could change my life. It's not like I'm extremely unlucky, ugly, or something. Sometimes there are things you aspire to achieve, but all that you gain, despite of your efforts and struggles, is nothing you want.
How sad the fact is that sometimes you have to talk to the people you hate the most, you need to be warm with them. And how big of a threat is it to your ego, isn't it?
Sometimes i think to write here a lot about myself, then i think there's nothing much about me actually that i can share. I'm a simple girl living with my family. I'm not as social as one must. It's not that I don't want to be but I just can't be, because there are certain boundaries that either I or my family has built and no one is allowed to outreach them. I'm quite a mysterious person to those who don't know me. And most of the people in my environ just know my name and that i exist. The...
Why do the one's we love the most put us in pain? Your blood relations, trust me, throw glass splinters on your soul, tear it asunder as though they own it. The one who's left deplorable is you. Sometimes there is a continuous series of torture - most of the times it's mental torture - that makes your soul cry. That kind of torture is brought to you by your dear relatives, your blood relations which makes you more miserable each day. All you could do is nothing. In this state of extreme agon...
We love the heroic one's, one's who are courageous and strong. But oh, hang on...do we? No, we just love the ones who purports to be heroic, not the one's who indeed are.
Neither loquacious not laconic I am because I prefer the middle path.
Sometimes we love to hate the one's who love us and hate to hate the one's who are not worth our attention.
Punctuation adorns your writing. Make-up adorns your beauty. Education adorns your personality. Why do we need to adorn things up? Aren't writing, beauty, and one's personality acceptable as they are?
I wonder if science could ever get as advance as to transform humans into some other creatures?
Moonlight brings peace.
What's common in love and war? Ferocity.
Oh, so, this is my first post to my public page. I'd try to make it as interesting for you people as possible. I hope I speak my mind and share my thoughts with you guys.