100 reasons - why I love my fiance..

1.my fiance's obsession with guns of the patriot and sumtin called solid and liquid snakes ..

2.code word language

3.boiling milk till it's spilt , while he chases a police car in his gta

4.milk rose

5.ltop ( lets talk on the phone)

6.over active imagination

7.his love for Mr.locke

8.copy pasted lyrics ( romantic substitutes )

9.client tales

10.funny , cute stares

11.he laughs when am too angry

12.he sleeps when i stay up ( peacefully)

13.is a dreamer

14.is a go-getter

15.smiles ever so gently

16.smiles ear to ear

17.smiles with a twinkle in the eye

18.watches closely and hears nothing

19.always being right

20.giving funny examples ,mostly irrelevant ones

21. when he goes " ahuoou"

22.that tiger grunt

23. that funny heavy accent with an intentional hoarse voice

24. when he says " ding ding ding"

25.have an important question - long pause - what are you wearing?

26.the way he cheers me up and turns the crappiest day into the best day of my life

27. when we laugh together

28. when he claims to understand a film better than i do

29. his ways of protecting me along with giving me my due space to make my decisions.

30.the way he deals with kids

31.respects me and my ideas

32.the reason i kept writing and painting

33.likes me the way i am

34.listens to the boring details and medical jargons full on.. without complaining :)

35.his hands

36.eyes - oh those eyes ...

37. blue t-shirts

38. his love for religion

39. honesty

40. modesty

41.those precious cute expressions of a "guy in love"

42.my best buddy

43. the one i share secrets with

44.the way he held my hand for the first time and slipped on a ring

45. the first time we saw each other

46. a responsible son

47. a family guy

48.his casual attitude about fashion and yet he is the most fashionable person i know

49.decent

50.my mum finds no fault in him hehe

51. my family and extended family adores him

52.drives smoothly - honks the horns furiously hehe

53. shy and yet a smooth talker

53.works very hard

54. aims high

55. hardly ever gives up

56. man of words

57.a football fanatic

58. listens to my kind of music

59. eats my kind of food

60. watches my kind of movies

61.when we agree to disagree

62.lovely voice

63.when he mimics people

64.his interest in the minor details of what am wearing

65.his favourites in my dresses

66.protects my dignity

67.positivity

69.corrects me gently , without cornering me

70.his never ending flow of the compliments

71. his constant craving to hear my voice

72.funny ways of telling me , he wants to go out

73.when he asks for my help in his work - even when he can do it better than me, i hardly understand anything he does :)

74.his trust in me

75.his care for my family

76.a meaningful stare

77.funny fights

78.i am hurt - ur so sweet - his goodbyes and hellos

79.spending more than he should and still claimin to be a miser hehe

80.reading my mind

81. guessing my moods in a jiffy

82.very logical reasonings - i have to accept ...( except the metaphors hehe)

83. smart

84.quick reflexed

85.witty

86.regarding me as the most important person in his life

87.his recognition of any small good deed i do

88.he's a hottie

89.taking in my tantrums with patience

90.energy trapped in an atom

91.his wanting to be with me

92.planning ahead of time

93.talking about kids

94.late night texts

95.his single worded text saying my name only

96.intimacy

97.knowing my strengths and weaknesses

98.making me feel complete

99. promising a future with him

100.making me feel at home

Tears Of Shame...

My faith in self suffocates ,

The bits and pieces of broken shattered hope plunge into the soft flesh

Is it the bruised ego that clings onto the feathers that might one day make the wings,

Or am forced to believe in the strange myriad rules of the supreme .

I want to wash out the contempt with the rising waves ,

The mightier the tides get to devour me ,

Mightier gets the shame .

The attempts to move forth with force throw me back to where I began .

My knees go honey ,

As I fall to the ground ,

Crawling and trying to grasp and take hold of the fate.

The journey is as long as my flight down the hill ,

A free fall .

Gravity gripping my soul and pulling out all the light ,

All the kinetics of my existence.

I grow short of my wisdom to make for myself,

A dream .

A dream that each grain of sand that I walked upon would make me a home,

That each sunlit sky would be mine,

That my fears would only be proved wrong,

That my safety is in my prayers,

That my mosque is my leader's shrine too,

that my head when covered is to be patted and not blown away,

That when I draw faces in the mud it won't become a grave for the mass,

That when my children play ,they won't step over a landmine,

That I would have beard and wear a turban without fear,

That reading Quran would not be radicalism,

That I can again have the scholars and inventors that made ,what the world is now,

That I can stand and be strong,that I can live , flourish and even die taking His name,

That I see no blood covered bodies,

That I see no childless parents or a parentless child,

That I could be ME without shame,

That when the tears blind my eyes,

My vision to see beyond that does not blur..

It's a mad mad world!

With everything moving so fastly around me , i find a moment to myself.I sit and fidget with my hands ,have i really grown up ? touch a finger to my laugh lines and a fine line on the forehead which appears when am thinking too hard or just pretending to listen .
I want to grow up , just that it is something i can't help . How did mum raise us up? She always seemed so confident and grownup.. what am i going to do with my kids ( when i have some in a few years from now - hopefully) can i possibly ever give them the same values , the same wisdom , raise enough curosity for them to explore their lives just the way we did. Provide them the space to think for themselves , like we had . I feel so tired already . A part of me cannot let go off everyting i have and part of it wants to go over board ...try and experiment , what if i want to return and step back then and i can't - still doesn't stop me from trying. Bowing and holding hands , waiting for a signal from Him . Late night prayers...My passion for doing more and not being able to do so...
It's getting hotter by the day , global warming , earth quakes , rising water tables , more floods , obama saving his ass by having a stricter more fake tone , long march, short march , judges , president , armed forces , my love and my hatred for them , dying bhutto legacy, rule of law , supermacy of law , burning people alive , extremism , my love for the hijab clad brave girls giving out a strong message , news channels , discussions , the only sane person on the media Zaid hamid , police vans blown up , sucide bombers , cj's kids on the media , meds for the govt hospitals sold overnight , patients dying for the lack of health care ,Dr. Abdul Qadeer , the nuclear technologists , the unsung heroes , windmills in the villages illuminating houses , edhi , schools that pay the kids to get education .....where do we stand?
It's a crazy world out there , i want to stop thinking and lay back , the pulse in the temple jumps and keeps me up .

Economic Terrorism - by Zaid Hamid | Teeth Maestro

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something that makes me smile , every time i watch it

For Return He Must

The leather boots,

stamped and marched,

those weary eyes searched,

when all left,

waiting on an empty station,

with frail legs and wrinkled hands,

sat there, a mother,

maybe the next one,

maybe tomorrow,

as the train whistled away,

he's a valiant,

he's a warrior,

I cannot lose hope,

in pride I must live,

O! my perfect one,

I know, return you must,

for I am waiting,

for all the prayers in the deep of the night,

for all those days when I slept hugging your shirt,

for all those times when I thought I heard you knock at the door,

Be safe be well,

be strong,

A lone tear trickles down,

I mustn't cry , I mustn't cry,

"dead" they say , I do not believe ,

you're my stalwart,

with her tender grey locks ,

every day she saw,

fathers , lovers & sons,

every day she sat there,

broken in spirit,

but firm in hope.

For return he must,

for return he must...

PEBBLES

Pebbles black , grey , brown,

held tightly in the palms,

as some of them fall loose,

tiny palms moist with holding them,

pockets full of seashells,

and broken glass worn by the tides that hit it for years,

with feet free to roam around,

raced kids on the shore,

"I win , I win " as they shouted,

with tumbling feet,

hair plastered to the forehead with moisture,

loose curls tied in ribbon & satin,

"wait for me" , rosy cheeks flushed,

as the tiny people in their tiny bubble,

knew not a worry in the world,

leaving back small footprints,

to be washed away with sequence of tides,

"I'll mark our spot with this pebble "

promising to remember it till the next time,

as each pebble laid on the shore ,

stamped with moments ,

stamped with dreams,

left there , to be found again.

Drowned Into It

Those flames danced,

flickered and glimmered,

and kindled a spark in me,

my soul gathered me,

and flew me to eternity,

I sighed and gasped to breathe,

the wind swirled around me,

taking me to limits,

a voice in me kept raising high,

I found myself in a noisy crowd,

bloody eyes peering at me hard,

the noise outside,

the noise inside,

I fell to my knees,

each tear fell,

formed an ocean,

I kept drowning,

till I felt nothing,

just the space above and the ground below.

Shards Of Glass

Through my kalaedoscope,

of colored glass,

of shattered symmetry,

and measured beauty,

angles and arches,

fragments of hazy shadows,

stained glossy pieces,

over a bricked wall,

or within me?

embedded,

sharp edged,

from the fullness of form and shape,

came these,

broken,

and lonely,

unnamed shards of glass.

In My Lavendar Note Book.

The tear stained paper,

and ink blot,

where the pen stuck,

in the fortress of thoughts,

a bold line,

crazily drawn over the words,

trembling hands set the book in the lap,

the lavendar leather cover,

coarse at touch,

the pen refused to ink down more,

fingers tap the cover,

the lips quiver to humm a melancholy tune,

pure but thick with woe,

absent mindedly,

the burried discomfort surfaces,

I can't lag,

these hands must write,

these hands are designed vitally to write,

must write.

H I M

( To my computer geek)

For the love of binary,

for the sake of java,

the only script you would read,

that is the most I could pronounce,

the router's down,

the usp is messed,

O! I adore you my geek,

through countless nights of useless words,

found meanings that define us best,

for all those arguments I thought I scored,

I know it was you ,who'd just let me win,

A gentle smile,

worked best for you,

while I yelled and fumed,

and promised not to talk,

"A male chauvinist"

"An egoist" - I would say,

just to be proven wrong,

and again you'll come,

all bright all sunny,

all stubbornly firm,

not losing hope,

the movies,

the football games,

"lost" and "prison break"

the gadgets,

the x-box,

underneath that tech attire,

I found you, my " computer geek"

Blossom

Each wilted flower has seen,

a gentle smile curled on the lips,

a glitter in the eyes that saw it,

caressing touch of fingers that brushed past it,

a cheek as rosy as itself rubbed against it,

a warm sigh of an old lady,

remembering someone,

a bee that drank it's nectar,

waved in hands of a young lover,

whispering stories short and sweet,

little prayers and wishes,

whispered to it for good luck,

a shy giggling girl,

repeating- " loves me, loves me not "

little buds blossomed,

and carried secrets as they bloomed,

secrets of life,

serene and true.

Tides Of Time

The tides of time have risen,

lets set our boats free in these storms,

let the roaring waves consume us,

lets sit with feet dangling at the edge of the wooden plank,

as the white foam is splashed in,

lets sit under the clouds that pour furiously,

let the storms of contempt throw us back,

as we throw ourselves into it,

the tides of time have risen,

lets set our boats free.

December's Eve

The molten golden sun,

diving down,

into the dusky evening,

sets it curtain down,

the turtle doves,

the blue breasted,

orange beaked birds,

float and flock their way,

to the warmth of their nests,

as I lay quietly,

snuggled under sheets,

all cozy,

the wind blows outside,

rustling the leaves,

on a december's eve.

Knight From A Lost Battle.

I see my fingerprints on the proof of insanity,

A song driving bolts into the dead skin,

mottling,

pale,

cold,

singing into the ears of roaring sea,

debris of penetrating tune piling up at my doorsteps,

hear me,

my tune,

the melody of foiled agony,

the snowflakes blown away in the wind,

resting aimlessly on bare branches,

I am but a leafless winter,

the white fluff that coats the earth,

the grey sky that breathes into the day,

innocent truth of craftily hidden solitude,

the knight from a lost battle.

Bhai ...

What ever your mind can concieve and believe it will achieve.Dream great dreams and make them come true.Do it now.You are unique.In all the history of the world there was never any one else exactly like you, and in all the infinity to come there will never be another you.Never affirm self limitations, what you believe yourself to be , you are.To accomplish great things , you must not only act , but also dream ,not only plan,but also believe.If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost- put foundations under them.Yes you can , believing is magic.You can always better your best . You don't know what you can do untill you try.Nothing will come of nothing.If uou don't go out on a limb , you are never going to get the fruit.There is no failure except in longer trying.Hazy goals produce hazy results.Clearly define your goals.Write them down, make a plan for achieving them , set a deadline , visualize the results and go after them .Just don't look back unless you want to go that way.Defeat may test you ; it need not stop you.If at first you don't succeed , try another way.For every obstacle there is a solution.Nothing in the world can take place of persistence.The greatest mistake is giving up .Wishing will not bring success, but planning , persistence and burning desire will.There is a gold mine within you, from which you can extract all neccessary ingredients.Success is an attitude .Get yours right.It is astonishing , how short a time it takes for every wonderful thing to happen, now show us the colours of your rainbow.

Raheel Pirzada.

All Dust

I set out to change her , n there she is ,clueless at the boundaries of changes and transitions , attempting to keep the child inside alive ....fog and dust settling down in layers of crimson , dropping the nucleus of life into darkness.. The hungry waves rise to devour her and she hides in a colored glass house...Dreamy depths wrap around and cruise through the memory lane..She stands and watches at her hazy reflection , ripples and words folded into pages that crumble at touch..All sand , All dust

Time is up ...

time is up ,
goodbye is all i have,
it's the most powerful expression of my hope and faith,
I am giving up on the controls,
like letting the ship steer itself into the storms,
repeated in parts..letting go wasn't easy,
the hand that was held , is empty and so am i...
but off i go , drifting into the roaring waves,
devouring me,
scraping out the marks left,
the imprints,
the dreams of moonlit nights,
walks in the mist,
enclosed in these bubbles are the fears and defeats..
be where ever you have to be,
the moments have come and gone,
I lived them,
the sun is melting,
the orange sky is biding farewell,
goodbye is all i have now...

D E L U S I O N S...

each year i come back to where i had been earlier,
wasn't i ever meant to be somewhere?
where did my destiny go?
the whole of which i was meant to be a part of..
All i see is my reflection in a hall of mirrors
i see them fade away
the dreams , into a watercolored sky and leafless winters,
the mechanism is hard to explain ,
i am gettin what i have wanted...
then what is this waiting about,
as if hoping for something to shape up,
a tangible reality is feeble ,
my surreal existence is making no attempt to confront itself
reducing it to insignificance,
rediculing life,
running up, against the walls of a caged delusion,
i am lackadaisical,
content to let the moments come and go,
my faults are common ones,
but cant be forgiven,
because i cant blame others.. when i decieve myself,
the silent rage of unspoken words .
i am an answer to what i've subjected my soul to.

....

take me, where we can sit a while
in silence
not thinking
not planning
bring back the twinkle in your eyes
wipe away the horrible darkness
lets get swept away
wrinkle up your nose and give me that smile
shrug the shoulders like you do
pour in some life
lean back , fold your arms and look through me
like you do
go on , crack silly jokes
i'll pretend to laugh
like i do
do whatever sets you free
even if it means that we have to let go
doesn't bother , if that is what it takes
am eager to bring the change
like i do
walk ahead ,just don't stop
even if it means walking alone
don't stand still
like i do
make me do, whatever it takes to make it better
i'll do it
like i always do
rise above yourself
for i place you higher than the rest
bring me a hope
the pulse
the rythm to wich my heart beats
the hope that it'd be ok
not just now
and not just tomorrow
tell me "so shall this pass too"
like you do
you can fake it , if you want to
but you know that i'll know
like i do
don't turn your back, face it
like you do
and the life will bring to you what you seek

Let it be

i dont want to dream ,
the ugliness is creeping into the veins..
don't ask me to stay...
i am drifting away..
away from myself..
the distorted reflections through a broken window..
the dew drops slide down the cold window glass...
I stand still and watch the sky move...
life goes on..
dead inside..
step by step...
soul is ripped..
the hollow body is dragged along..
losing the sense of space and time..
let it be..
let it be now..
just let it be as it is..
i want to stand where i am..
make no promises..
make no wishes..
let it be..
let it be..