rubab-bashir
22 year old engineer with profound love for books and poetry is my identity. Enrolled as postgraduate student and part time writer is my living. To eradicate poverty in all its form be it mental or physical is my motivation. To wander around the world and complete my bucket list is an oxygen to my fantasies. / That's all I am: A whole lot of reality with a pinch of motivation and cherries of fantasies!!
Smile brightly, don’t worry about me
I’m smiling like this right now
I won’t be able to forget, I’ll be
the only one who remembers us
I won’t forget you
so you can smile
Smile brightly, I’m just thankful
Because I have memories with you
I can hide them and take
them out when I’m alone
It will strengthen me
when I miss you
Only with my heart,
I steal you
Only with my heart,
I will see you
That’s enough for me so
don’t be hurt because of me
Just locking eyes with you
makes me shed tears
When time passes and my love grows
There will be times when
I resent you so it’s a relief
Because I will remember you being
affectionate and the days when you
laughed with me
So it’s good
Only with my heart,
I steal you
Only with my heart,
I will see you
That’s enough for me so
don’t hurt because of me
Just locking eyes with you
makes me shed tears
If we run into each other
like fate, please pass me by
like you don’t know me
Even though my heart will
cry like it has been torn into two
So I can see you for a short
moment while you pass by
Only with my heart,
I will want you
Only with my heart,
I will long for you
Don’t be sorry,
this is my life
Whether you love me or
feel sorry, I feel the same way
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
I was dreaming to become a hot shot professor
I was planning to lose baby fat around my body
I was struggling to search a maid with reasonable price
I was determined to finish my book before Saturday
I was preparing a beautiful gift for my dear friend since his birthday was near
I was admiring myself for all the achievements and cursing myself, simultaneously, for chances I missed
I was procrastinating to make up with my mother for my last quarrel
I was ignoring Dad's call since I was held up
I was avoiding my siblings since I stole my sister's dress and ruined my brother's XBOX
I was unfinished canvas
But my death didn't cared for me
It stroked me like a lightning; sweeping me away from this world
With the task unfinished
Leaving me no option but to abandon the people- I once loved and cherished
Loosing the strands of goals I wanted to achieve
Above all
The repentance that I never did properly but deep inside planned to do before die
Death came to me out of no where
Leaving behind my to-do-list meaningless
All my achievement worthless
Who cares now that in which cemetery I reside- lavish or vulnerable
Who cares now that what kind of body I have because now, it'll deteriorate any way
I would be mourned for days and will be forgotten for eternity
I would be cherished in thoughts but not in words
I would be reason of tears and grief not of smiles and giggles so eventually everybody would forget me for, you see, we, humans, are programmed to remember happiness while I am sadness now.
I now feel, though dead, that I did no good to myself
but now
What good I could do as corpse than lying straight.
My doors of forgiveness are closed
No more apologies I can make
No more affections I can take
Only tears to my beloved I gave
Death did me no good
But I can't even complain now
For I, my friend, am Dead!!
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
Spending a month in a hospital teaches you a lot about people.
The doctor that told me to shave my head or she wouldn't treat me,
The nurses that spent forever chatting to me
And giving me supportive advice about how my illness doesn't define me.
The woman who was given a terminal cancer sentence
And chose not to pay attention to it and defied it anyway.
How she sat next to me on my bed,
Told me that all suffering is valid,
And just because I'm not dying, doesn't mean I don't get to complain.
How she complains more about her skin problems
Than she ever complained about her cancer,
And that's OK, because pain rarely follows rules.
I never even learned her name,
But she gave me the words I hold most closely to me
On those days when I want to fall asleep and never wake up.
I'm allowed to scream and shout and rage against the pain
And the unfairness of it happening to me.
I just have to make sure I know where the line is
Between giving my darkness a voice and pitying myself.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
I found Him in most unusual places on earth
where I least expect Him to be.
I found Him
in the heart of **********
in the dikr of a reeking alcoholic
in the fury of burglar
in a wish of a gambler regardless of the content
I found Him everywhere and yet no where
in repentence and pride;
in sanctified matrimoney and an illegal intimacy;
in heart of believers and strugglers;
in melt of an ice, molding in the shape of its base boasting to be submissive in its act and in fire offering just the opposite: submission of everuthing rewarding them by turning in to ashes;
I found him in every little thing and mystics;
in canvases and waterfalls;
in art and ruins;
in earth and sky;
in filth and dirt;
in mansions and huts
I found Him by seeking Him not by searching HiM
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
I know that
There is always an end to road
but that leads to another road
Red line that ceases sun shine
but that declares yet another scene: night
Spring that declares an end of two seasons
but that acts as a warning of yet another harsh season
I know there is always an end
but that is in fact another beginning
I am aware of all world of wisdom & facts
I am pretty much logical and calculative person
But with you
every logic fades
every calculation is wrong
I know you're long gone
and may be I am going through 5 stages of grieve
But I am incapable of forgetting
incapable of leaving even an ounce of feelings
incapable of forgetting every word you ever uttered
incapable of unloving you
incapable of not missing you
incapable of letting you go even though I have never intended to hold on
incapable of figuring out that how can you be no one to someone like that
Why is it so unfairly painful to bear!!
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Do you ask yourself sometimes?
What it is and what will be?
Who we are
Trains may arrive in stations
The hands on the clock
Our fingers
But our hands have never been pure
Who we are
How it feels
To feel
How it feels to feel just the way you do
Don't you want love and silver and gold?
What is truth and how we seek
Who we are
Clocks always strike the minute
But our hands toil with the devils work
Our faces never stay the same
Marching forward
Who we are
And how it feels
To feel
For you
Time doesn't give a reason
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Just a thought
You remember me
I will remember you
Come to me walking
I will come to u running
Commit a sin ask forgiveness
I will forgive u
Such is the mercy of Allah
If the almighty can forgive
Us puppets made of clay and water
Who are we to hold grudges
Against each other
Love forgive forget
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
“Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds,
The Beneficent, the Merciful.
Owner of the Day of Judgement,
Thee (alone) we worship;
Thee (alone) we ask for help.
Show us the straight path,
The path of those whom Thou hast favoured.
Not (the path) of those who earn Thine anger
Nor of those who go astray.”
This we said to you, oh Great One, in the Quran
So many years ago.
But Lord your flocks are fleeing from your fields.
We need your Sheepdog to round them up in their confusion.
They do not see you are a God of many names,
“God” being one of them.
Over the ages you have been Zeus, Jupiter, Odin, Mother Earth, Jehovah, God, Allah
And many others.
But always you were The One True One,
Beneficent and Loving.
All men (and women) are equal in your eyes.
All Life to be cherished and preserved.
Thou shalt not ****
Is what you said.
So Allah now’s the time
To correct your children:
Breathe into them
The essence of your thoughts.
Enter their minds as The Holy Ghost,
So many Scrooges there:
Enlighten them
To know what is really Good
And rediscover what it is
To Love.
Amen.
Paul Butters
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
Loves purpose
To everything there is a season,my love,and our season is now at an end.
I am in the midst of shattered,and discarded dreams.
Gathering the pieces to sew them; I know I can no longer pretend.
I look back to when we first met,and love was like a river between us.
It flowed freely,washing away all my doubts,and I drank of it fervidly.
The river has now become polluted and dirty,I look in your eyes and see your disgust.
We shared something sweet;I could feel your desire. It was exquisite to be so adored.
You compared my beauty to that of a goddess,I was the epitome of grace.
Then you grew tired of my wit,annoyed with my charms,the love I gave you was abhorred.
Im saddened it’s over;our bliss is hollow. I’ll pick up my heart and go on.
Everything in life fills a purpose,and the purpose of you has been served.
The next season I pray to be one of healing,and love's bitter sting in my memory, gone.
Randy McPeek
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC