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 Aug 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
You see me as a land of horror
A land of misery, a land of terror
But you should know I am much more than that
You should know that you're at error
The beauty of my mountains and
The vastness of my meadows
A perfect peace for those shattered
The bravery of my soldiers and the stories of my martyrs
A perfect example for those cowards
The hospitality of my people and the love for the visitors
A perfect happiness for those gathered
The four weathers and the mirth of seeing a clear night sky
A perfect trip for those who visit
There's much more but I have to end it here
I want you to come by yourself and discover!
Pakistan is not just about what you see in the news.
 Aug 2015 Annie
Della Sun
Flowers
 Aug 2015 Annie
Della Sun
People are just like flowers
Some are loved, some are judged
Some are cared, some are forgotten
Some are known, some are not
But again
Just like flowers
We are all born beautiful
In our own different ways
But not everyone sees that
And like a wilted flower
Some will fade, some will die
Because some will give up
But some will survive
 Jul 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
When I'll finally leave this place,
And the life will continue to move on with the same pace
You'll always be in my memories,
You'll always be there to fill that space
I know  I'll be forgotten by you,
But I'll always remember this face
A part of my life and a fragment of my dream,
Your laughter will echo in my ears; and these memories will chase
My Crazy fellows!
 Jul 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
Lucy turned into a wicked witch
Now she wears a black gown and holds a silver stick
Goodness wasn't working out well
So she closed her heart in a seashell
Threw it into a dark sea and made a wish silently
To be selfish and unkind and to stop feeling finally
But she wasn't like this before
World has done something to her for sure
 Jul 2015 Annie
Inked Papers
I stopped writing when....

When I was no longer broken -
unlike before with a heart suffocated
suffocated with feelings left unspoken,
with little things gone complicated.

I stopped writing when...

When I was no longer burdened
with thoughts circling in my head,
and pain excruciating like no end -
snapped my spine through the things you've said.

I stopped writing when...

When I was no longer in love,
When I was no longer suffering the feeling of longing,
When I was no longer...

i think stopped loving you because I can't write about you anymore.*

You don't deserve to be the subject of my writing anymore.
Yeah *****
 Jun 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
In my childhood, you taught me
Not to shout and not to lie
But this is what you did
Can this act be justified?
I never said anything out of respect
But main reason is that I was horrified
If I do something wrong I will be punished
But if you do the same thing, is that fine?
Yelling at each other is all what you did
And expect me to forget about it and pretend that I don't mind?
You loved me one moment and disgraced me at another
And left me crying and thinking you are  unkind
This is the story of a child
Whose parents think as if their child is blind
Although parents love their children more than anything and do their best to provide a perfect atmosphere for them to learn and grow but...exceptions are always there!
 Jun 2015 Annie
PoetryLover
Pieces
 Jun 2015 Annie
PoetryLover
A broken mirror
Shattered into pieces
Smashed on the floor
Try fixing it
You'll just sore

Glued it many times
But the cracks were still visible

A broken heart
Shattered into pieces
Pick it up on the floor
Try healing the wounds
You'll just sore

Fixed it many times
But never will it mend

Better to leave it broken
Than try to hold it up again
You'll just end up hurting
 Jun 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
Once
 Jun 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
A cold heart was once the warmest
A  bitter tongue was once the sweetest
A devil was once an  angel
A cruel was once the kindest
And a villain was once a **hero
 Jun 2015 Annie
Gul e Dawoodi
Sometimes, life is all about regrets
Regrets about the hearts we break
Regrets about the risks we take
Regrets about the friends we make
Regrets about the words we say
Regrets about the path we choose
Regrets about the things we lose
Regrets about the secrets we share
Regrets about the secrets we hear
Regrets about the promises we make
Regrets about the decision we take
Yet,
no  regrets
Is all we say.
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