When the darkness sets in
and you let it consume you
it feels like falling;
falling in a bottomless hole,
and under its pulling force
you feel your demons stirring
finding a way
to get out
and to take over ...
Clawing your soul from inside
getting restless,
causing pain,
so you just decide to
unleash them
and let your demons out
for a HUNT !!

Darkness
consuming my sanity,
leaving a crack in the soul
for
demons to gain access
to the
inner world !!

She is different
she is crazy
she is beauty
like a daisy

her hazel eyes
shine so bright
her beautiful smile
turns dark to light

acting so casual
and never shows
she always care
for those who are close

and when she is angry
dont go near
you might get a hit
if you are not clear

i love this girl
more then anything
as she is my sister
my everything !!

Once
A man with broad vision
dreamt...
About the land of pures
Then
a man with excellent leadership skills
stood up to fulfill
the first man's dream
he gathered the scattered people
he fought for what was
righyfully ours
he turned the rouges into NATION
Togather they
suffered
sacrificed
bled
but yet the remained strong
holding each others back
against the cunning enemy
they were pure by heart
they had the golden soules
faith was running in their veins
thus they were granted
after years of hardship
with the most beautiful gift
the first man's dream was now a reality...!!

the man who dreamt IQBAL
the man who lead JINNAH
the land of pure PAKISTAN
the nation created PAKISTANIS
and this is OUR story !!

Independence Day !!
PROUD TO BE A PAKISTANI !!

I dont know why
and dont know how
but i can feel this..
Right now
The destiny
may be its Changing
or just
is about to
unfold a new chapter !!

she's been staring at blank pages
tapping her pencil against the desk
shaking her foot
she's been staring at blank pages
lost for inspiration.

she's started to cry
late at night
sometimes in the day
she's got a weight on her chest
she overwhelmed with emotions.

She's been filling up those blank pages
pencil swishing back and forth
paintings
drawings
poems
stories
each tear drop
a new chapter
every sniffle
a stroke of the brush

overjoyed to produce lovely work
dying from the pain
loathing the necessity
that artists
need to be miserable
in some way
or another
to be great

They were just strangers
but due to some
unknown reasons
The pull of his black eyes
raised tides
in her ocean blue ones...
He felt himself drowning
in her storm struk eyes
discovering the depths
of her ocean blue eyes...
But,
before he could emerge
on surface
she blinked
and walked away
taking a part of his soul
with her
entrapped in her
storm struck eyes!!