Life...as i see it!

Saturday, October 22, 2005



Wish I cud be a bit more selfish,
I cud actually get things done then!!

*Living in a labyrinth of moving walls and selfish people *

listening on 11:46 AM

Thursday, October 20, 2005


Hating everything and everyone rite now.
I bite....stay away!

listening on 10:59 AM

Monday, October 17, 2005


Its alright...
......................when im not understood!!

But its bloody annoying.....

.......................When im misunderstood!


listening on 1:08 PM


Iv lived thru 2 decaded, Iv met millions of people, Iv socialized with thousands on a personal basis, I sit for 10 hrz a day with atleast a 100 of them, I chat and talk to half of them after classes.
But...who do i call 'MY' friend?
A friend of my own, who is with me not at his convenience or mood but all the time. The person i can always find when i look back, the one who'll support me if i stumble.
A friend to cherish, to love, to care for and to be protected by.

Till sum time ago, I couldnt understand why i never had a friend who was as honest to me as i was to them, why no one ever went out of the way for me as i went for them, i used to think no one ever understood me.
But lately, i think the problem is within myself.
Am i too loving? too honest? too possesive?

Questions arise, get squelched brutally, a mask with a pasted smile falls firmly back in place.
But its only a few days till its hard facade is cracked by the torrent of emotions and questions rising from within.
The next few days are spent in seclusion so no one notices the somber expressions, or the slightly red eyes and the moist lashes, just a few days...
till i cover the stains left behind by the rivulets of tears,
till I fix my mask back in place again.

listening on 10:13 AM

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Silently,
He smiles to himself,
As he thinks of her,
Sitting alone in her kitchen,
Sipping coffee.
She thinks of him too,
But little does he know it.
Unfortunately
,Both pass each other every day,
Without passing on the knowledge,
Of their inwardly turned love.
Time and time again it happens,
For who has the courage to say it first,
Or do they just enjoy,
Their secret love affair.

This poemreminded me of a specific Nescafe Gold ad series, we saw in our advertising class. It showed 2 neighbours come together out of their love for coffee..and then..ahem!
Really Sweet Though!! *sniff*
:-)

listening on 11:30 AM

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

The casualties keep on rising...
first Iran, Afghanistan, then new Orleans, ofcourse Quetta back in 1996, and now North Pakistan!
The world seems to be coming to an end.
Is this a wake up call for us to get up and get our acts straight?
Or is it to late for that?

If God forbid sumfin happens, I wanna be with my loved ones when it happens.
I would prefer to die with them then to stay alive without them :(

listening on 10:13 AM

Friday, October 07, 2005

Though U arnt here beside me,
Though you live far away,
U are still the one i keep thinking of...
every minute of every day.
When my eyes cant find you,
It causes my soul despair,
But the mere thought of seeing you the next day...
Makes it easy to bear.
You have never said anything,
Theres nothing we have had,
And that gets me wondering...
Do I have the right to get sad?
The stranger you once were,
U arnt that anymore,
But people change from time to time,
and I'm not what I was before.

And here I go once again ranting and raving my head off like the insomniac iv become. No internet connection or cable TV @ my new place, so that gives me hours and hours to think. Not that they were ever a distraction. I miss my music, I miss my old room, I miss being able to laugh without thinking twice.
Maybe its the new place thats getting to me :(
Something doesnt fit in life, Maybe my star is missing from my sky, or is it the angel from my heaven?
Maybe, U'r just not calling :)

listening on 10:26 AM

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


So much for things being any clearer since September 28th. Watching detachedly thru a tinted and fogged glass towards a misty forest.
People turn to shadows, silhuettes turn to fog....
Desperately in need of a sensitivity antidote, getting sick of it. Must stop being touchy, must stop trying to be an optimist, must stop getting disappointed.

Hell yeah Im waiting for a better day!!!

listening on 2:21 PM