sometimes we wish,
that there would be someone waiting for us.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone will ask us if we're okay.
Sometimes we just keep on waiting for the wish to come true.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone would hear us.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone  accepts us.
sometimes we just keep in waiting for the wish to come true.
sometimes..

among these people,
there will be one who will be different.
Among these Stylish people,
That one person will be wearing pajamas when everyone is wearing prada.
Among these people who listen to One Republic,
he/she will be listen to Elvis Presley and the Beatles.
That person will stand out.
That person will be ignored,
but will always shine like a star,
which is found when you carefully see it
Among'st these people

everyone has a dark side,
i have a dark side,
a side full of evilness,
envy,
no faith.
The side kills me,
when i know you are right behind me.
You turn me to the darkness,
you make my heart dark,
you make my blood poison,
and change my world white.
my dark side hates you,
my peach side loves you.
you bring out the worst in me,
and the best side of me.

this hall was the place where she was murdered,
murdered at her wedding day.
these are the halls where she cried for help,
and soon her heart was on the shelf.
these are the halls where her whispers Eco.
these are the halls where her spirit occurs.
these are the halls where her life had ended.
these halls were the halls where history had died.

i never wanted to be a part of this life,
i never wanted to be the one who the world would ignore.
i  never wanted to be the one,
who was lonely.
i never wanted to perfect,
i knew i wasn't,
but now they made it pretty sure.
this life has been the worst journey for me.
yes life wasn't a small flat road,
it had the perfect number of bumps for others,
and a large trench for me.
this way of living is wrong,
no body deserves this.
I don't deserve it.

you are cheering for the pakistani's,
who take over the feild.
The coin which decided our fate,
to bat or ball,
to win or to fall.
it was the the moment,
when people came on their kness,
when kids and their family come out on the streets.
when we pull the flag high in the sky,
to show are spirit,
we tell the world,"THIS IS THE PAKISTANI TEAM".

life had given me puzzles,
puzzles that needed help,
puzzles that needed to be turned into a perfect picture.
when the good life had shown me happiness,
the bad side whispered "just wait".
life had held me back from my dreams,
life pulled me with a string.
i tried to cut the string with my teeth,
but it was tied too tightly to my feet.
Life was my favorite storybook,
a story book which showed me happiness,
but now the storybook proved me wrong,
it blurred out the best parts,
burnt out the best chapters,
and tore my best memories.
life needed a lesson,
because it was never going to learn,
that it is perfect but it can still show happiness.
life's storybook needed to be written.
And there i grabbed my pencil and gave a lesson.

The bar of chocolate
Nothing on this earth,
Tempts me more than that bar of chocolate.
Its like a rope trying to pull me,
Trying to hypnotize me into its luscious mixture,
Just waiting to be finished.
Just waiting to drip from the tip of my finger.
Just waiting to be passed from the middle of my fingers.
To be gulped.
It is so good,
That you forget about the bad things that happened,
That nothing bad has happened.
As if all fades away.
This bar has my best memories,
Like how I once ate a piece of wrapper and I chocked.
How I ate burnt chocolate by putting it in the microwave!.
This chocolate contains all the happiness I need to start,
My  day.
This bar is my Lead to Succsess.

The paintings on her wall,
Were like the timeline of her life.
Some were painted horribly,
To show her anger.
Some were painted white,
To show peace.
Some were painted Blue,
To show how the sadness acted like a veil over the happiness.
Some were painted black,
To show that she didn’t feel anything,
No pain,
No envy,
No happiness.
Some were painted of all shades,
To show that her life is a mix of all,
But then the paintings had splashes over of black and white,
To show,
Her life will have problems,
But there will be moments of peace,
Some of happiness,
But the shades in your life won’t leave you.

You shine like the moon.
The moon cries when it see’s your face,
Because it thought nothing could beat its beauty.
You sparkle  like the Moon in the night sky,
And when it shines everyone sees it.
It never leaves their sight.
People praise it.
People love it.
People think it’s a nature’s gift.
And you my sister,
Are the same for me.

Her scream would be heard everywhere
Scream of fear,
Was so near.                                              
The splashes of blood spread across the street
Was like the man’s only treat.
The body was now in the news .
But no one came to rescue,
When she called.
Her body was bruised,
Like a teddy bear who was chewed.
Her body looked like a cloud of blood, across her shirt.
Not a tear fell from anyone’s eyes ,
About how she died.

Dreams,
Can be the best memories,
The best creations,
Or the most dreadful thought.
They can bring happiness,
Or make an evil plot.
But every time it ends,
I forget who I met in wonderland,
I forget who the ice cream gulped,
I forget who the popular star I was.
In my dreams I think about the witch who is near my window,
Or the witches,
The woman from the ring.
But the weirdest things appear in those dreams,
The volcano erupted and Tom and Jerry characters flew.
I can’t shout in my dreams,
And it seems,
As if I am drowning.
New dreams appear,
And old ones keep erasing.
It’s a thought you are chasing,
But you won’t be able to catch it ,
Because it flew to never land.

In my diary,
Lies my deepest desire,
And deepest secrets.
Secrets that I cant say out loud.
Desire that I am afraid of achiving.
In my diary I write things,
As if all the letters are lisinting to me.
In my diary,
I have pictures of memories about my past.
I have poems which never end.
In my diary,
I have a special dream,
A special someone,
And a special hope

Whenever I try to take a step,
I giveup.
I think to myself,
Why cant I move forward?
Yes,
They did say bad things about me,
And I tried to ignore them,
But I never forgot them.
They whispered many things about me.
I never even had thought about taking the 1st  step,
But they had always thrown me to the end,
So I didn’t know the fun,
And feeling of winning.
I had decided to take my step,
But as I took it I moved back,
And I ran.
I ran like death was staring right at me.
And that’s why,
Whenever I try to take a step,
I giveup

Don’t say that you are coming back.
I never needed you.
Don’t say you are coming back,
Because I can get up on my own.
Don’t say I need someone to hold on too,
If I did need someone,
It would never be you.
Don’t say anything,
And just simply walk away.

My life has changed me from the
Ups and downs,
It feels like I was searching for something,
All year long.
It feels like my sadness is in knots ,
Every time I got hurt another was made.
I never stopped panicking ,
I cried,
Felt emotionless ,
Felt like the world turned against me.
Sometimes I felt completely opposite,
Sometimes I felt like Somebody was punching me and kicking me to finish the end line of the race,
Sometimes it felt like the person wasn’t hurting me but,
Cheering for me to move forward.
It wanted me to be happy.
And I never stopped questioning.
I wondered
What was wrong with me ?
Who do I want to be ?
That if life is a pile jumbled up strings of sadness ,
Then I should be the one to open the strings and never think about what happened.

It’s the moment of happiness,
When you realize,
you have got the greatest gift in the world,
IN YOURSELF! .
                         It’s the pride in you
                     That makes you different
                And it’s something hard to beat,
           That people will beg from you on their knees.
The feeling of bravery ,
when you realize that people will make fun of you,
                                               Laugh,
                                               Spread rumors
      But  don’t give a ****
because they are not like you!.
It’s a feeling of soothing satisfaction,
which no one can deny .
It’s a gift,
              When you make the perfect things
                          From the mixed up fragments of your life
People will make you feel like trash,
            But don’t ever let their doubts grab you.
                        Because you know,
That a thousand years can pass,
But there will be no one
Quite like you.
                            
You might fade into darkness,
Because you feel neglected
But can I tell you this,
There will be no human like you on earth
Who could be so perfect.
                          Believe there is happiness,
In the long road of your life,
And you are perfect,
Perfectly you,
Just the way YOU WERE MEANT TO BE.

Love,
Love is something I believe is imaginary
Its like the wind you hardly realized that it passed by you.
I mean its hard to find,
Mr.Perfect.
They say you cant live without love,
Then how am I surviving?.
Mr.Perfect wont be on a white horse,
He probably wont even know how to ride it.
Mr. perfect and you will never have the perfect moment ,
In which the world will stop and stand still.
Mr.Perfect wont dream about you,
Day and night,
Plus if you want prove,
You can see he is in a bar fight.
Love will come after,
Million years,
When I will be rotting in my grave.
Love wont exist when I need it.
Love wont know my name.
LOVE ISNT THERE,
WHEN I NEEDED IT THE MOST.
Love was just a myth.
It was a fairy tale.
It was just a dream.

The start of my new journey,
Began with a point.
A point which had billions of ideas.
A tip to create the best stories.
It just needed to be held,
And needed to be told to write.
It needed courage,
To share its deepest memories with the world.
Every time it wrote,
It stopped and used it bottom to erase the memory.
And once it had come in the flow,
The writing had started to glow.
A piece was created,
And its dream had become true.
Its desire,
Had been taken into consideration.
The tip of my pencil had spoken its words.

That girl,
Sat far away from where I was.
But her sadness had crowded the room.
She was young,
Lonely,
Broken,
Weak.
And her pain ,
Was in the droplets of her tears.
It felt like I could feel her sadness surround me.
Its seemed like I knew what she was feeling.
She looked quiet identical to me.
She looked at my eyes ,
The tear droplet fell from her eye.
She nodded her head,
She stared at me,
And vanished into the thin air.

The apple was just a lie.
The lie that killed her.
The lie that made her heart stop,
And made all her memories fade away.
The apple was bright as a rose,
But harmful as poison.
The apple was waiting for her teeth,
To sink.
The apple was screaming her name,
So she could grab it ,
And its reason in the world would be complete.
The apple was the temptation,
She couldn’t stop.
The apple was the poison,
And the first accomplishment to her evil plot

When I hear music,
I feel like getting up and sing.
When I hear music,
Its like the world dances.
When I hear music,
The birds sing along.
When I hear music,
The joy in my heart is inexpressible
When I hear music,
Everyone listen.
When I hear music,
I want to scream.
When I hear music,
If I don’t sing I feel ashamed.
When I hear music,
I feel like love at first site.
When I hear music,
I walk down my memory lane.
When I hear music,
I hear legends.
When I hear music,
My enemies become my friends.
When I hear music,
My heart pounds faster.
When I hear music I get chills.
When I hear music,
Its like a dream comes true.
When the world hears music,
MAGIC HAS APPEARED.

I cried,
Day and night,
Because I wasn’t perfect.
I tried to stay away from the sun,
So I could get fair.
I had stopped eating so I could get thin,
When I was 11 years old,
I had stopped gaining height,
They said “You’re so small, nobody can tell the difference between you and a toe nail”.
But the day she came
She whispered in my ear,
“don’t you ever let their thoughts grab you,
Let them say you are fat,
Because they don’t know you are the one who smells the fresh roses first.
Let them say you are small,
Because they won’t grasp the fact,
That you would be the first person to smell all the fresh flowers.
Let them talk about your complexion,
Because they won’t realize that the moon was shinning in front of them”.
DON’T YOU DARE!.