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Sharina Saad Feb 2014
Just laugh it off
Pscychologically....
...  much healthier in the inside
Just laugh it off
No one can hurt you
Unless you allow them to...
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
When I look into my daughter's eyes
I imagine looking into the skies
When I look into my daughter's eyes
I see purity reflected in her rounded eyes
When I look into my daughter's eyes
Her tantrums, some sadness as she cries
When I look into my daughter's eyes
No matter what there will be no goodbyes
When I look into my daughter's eyes...
Her curiosity , her wonders that will last..
When I look into my daughter's eyes
Her magnificent stories stay in those eyes..
When I look into my daughter's eyes
Have I ever been deceived by her sweet lies?
Will there be some white lies
hidden In those pretty eyes..?
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
Countless teardrops
fill the river of tears
and the river flows
endlessly...
carries all the pain away...
How deep is the hurt
How much is the grief
Only the river knows
all the mysteries in it...
If only it can tell
you with words...
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
It was only a dream
Empty promises of
diamonds and golds
Words were made in dreams
Sinful tongue,
Crooked teeth.
Witnessed the lies..
Lasted for few seconds
Then... suddenly...
He Vanished in the thin air
Meaningless Words broken into alphabets
The glittering diamonds and golds
Disappeared!!!  
Wake up PRINCESS!!
A dream it was
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
Did I hypnotize you
with some magical words I wrote?
Did I lull you to sleep
with some sweet phrases
called lullabies?
Did I fascinate you
with my whispers
every time you sit next to me..
you seem to stay there longer
than you should.....
Was it my diction
Was it my articulation
Was it my melodious script
Was it my captivating lyrics..
Was it my MANTRA that charms
the most ...
Put you in magical spell
sweet poisonous mantra
that ties you to the ground...
forever...
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
Like a zombie I walk
All in a different direction
Lifting my bleeding feet...
A heavy walk
Heading to a ****** den
awful corpses and bones
which one do I belong to
My body was ripped
My skeleton unknown
My soul Hears the howls
from anywhere,
from nowhere,
should it blends
with other zombies
in the den...
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
She doesn't say a thing
She lurks around in silence
Constantly watching you
Sometimes observing you closely
Stalking each stories you share
Digesting your words each day
Analysing, inferring, drawing conclusions
on a daily basis...
You don't even know she exist...
Weird.. but she is here..
and she knows everything about you
even if you don't tell..
even if you are being discreet...
Beware of this scary thing...
you wouldn't imagine could happen...
she is not anybody you know
She has no face...
She has no name...
She is in FACEBOOK...
and breathing your name...
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