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Inspiration

Posted on 09 March 2012 by Tea Server

Syndicated from: AMNA ZAFAR (AIMZ)

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Dreams And Courage

Posted on 04 March 2012 by Tea Server

Failure is the road to success.
Many times in life we put off our dreams and goals, because we afraid of failure and give up trying. When we look successful people, their success has nothing to do with only luck at all. Indeed behind their success is hard work, taking risk, making mistakes and seeking benefit out of all. Life is all about taking risks. More failures mean more lessons and failure gives more chances.
 If you try and fail don’t give up, just take the lessons learn and try again.
If we let the fear of failure stand in our way then we can not achieve our dream life because fear of failure destroys success. Have courage to follow your dreams and believe that you can make your dreams come true. Our dreams that give our lives meaning. We have to fill our life with energy and passion. And to gather the courage to live life to its fullest, willing to take risks in life and grab for our dreams, for this we have to set goals and then work towards making those goals a reality. Willing to make our dreams come true this requires courage. On the behalf of courage along with appropriate planning and making on time and necessary decisions we can get our ideal goal.
Syndicated from: Stay Blessed

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Balloons

Posted on 27 February 2012 by Tea Server

I have these little moments of pure un-adulterated joy in sensing the vastness of youth and carelessness. Like the balloons at a child’s birthday party, waiting to be put up behind the decorations and the people strolling around. The balloon itself is oblivious of the many stories that each person entails, and carries within him. A million sorrows and a million-fold dejection. A few thousand achievements and then some more personal contentment. Where does the line cross the circle of life and understanding? Where does the emotion in a balloon that flies away, in tangent to the tradition, come? How do little voices cease to exist as merry tunes of the birthday song, and transform into haunting tales of the age we’ve seen.

Sometimes, I need to be a balloon again. I want to un-feel a lot of things, a lot of things need to be un-done. A plethora of incidences need to be erased from my memory. And a number of people need to travel back in time. Age a little less dramatically, and offer a little mellowed catharsis. Drown in a little shallow water, and cry a little lesser tears. Breach a little lesser laws, and stampede on my emotions, a little lesser. Where we gain a more horrendous reality, we also need a little flowery Utopia. Because in things we have meant to vanish ourselves in, we need to augment them a little. For in memories of us, in places we live, in tales we concoct, in dreams we see: There is a little lesser drama, in times I am destined to feel nothing.

To what grandiose moment, do I owe this little epiphany?

Balloons

Source: Here

Yet another spark, that flew in directions a-plenty
Yet another promise, that was broken in places where I have dwelt

My heart has given way to a lot more emotion
Than I would want it to perceive
In this spacious denial of the notions and my reverie
Have I begun to understand you, or have you spoken to me?

Do I fly off the plastic dreams?
Or do I hold onto the many hearts I bleed

Where this blood has proferred into a valley of feelings
And where your conscience is all but a mesh of perception
Where the bonds of provocative entitlement mean nothing
And where I sense nothing, and everything

Places like these, and days like this

All I want to know is:

I will look ahead, and never look back.
Be a balloon, and fly away soon

(27th February, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Pieces Of Time part 2

Posted on 27 February 2012 by Tea Server

Her night had been dreamless. She woke up, stretching out her arms, not even bothering opening her eyes. She sat in her bed for a while reviewing her sleep. Tanisha Azeem usually had dangerous nightmares which made her wake up with a jolt and pour out tears of fear.
This night was odd, she thought.
Her roommate [...]

Syndicated from: DoodhPatti Blogs

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Emotions and Lies

Posted on 24 February 2012 by Tea Server

Our conditioned responses to the society and its beings is a story well-documented and debated. But I find internal mysteries too gargantuan to conquer. The internal suffocation, and battle calls for the better and beneficial are too personal to judge and compare with the world at large. Where problems arise out of a self-concocted rash of things and emotions, it is seldom left for the world and its global stereotypical time-constrained opinion to fix. I need a new answer, a new way to survive. For the jewels we collect, and then shatter into shards of thorny stars, is the way we handle our mysteries. Our mysteries that build inside, and die inside. Voices, growing louder and more cacophonic. Who is to tell them, where to go? Who is to believe their tell-tale stories of denial and faith?
And who is to make sure I do not fall into the obvious trap presented to me at this time. I could easily forego, and condescend. But the guarantee? Who is to provide that service? Who is to harness that positive energy, futile for the moment, into a septate organization of collective emotions and reasonable judgements. Who is to ensure that I am what I always was? Maybe the answer lies in You.
Levels of Emotions
This trap of follies that I see
Calmness and my bright blue sky
Onwards, a road so serene
I sense a pitfall, my heart cascading into crystal jewels
Glass shatters, blood splatters
And I want an answer
But I seek something else
Sunlight on the gravel, redstone bricks
And in this concrete world
I will let you fall
But I will not falter
(22nd February, 2012)
For the things that do not make sense
Vague Lies
Traces of an empty soul under a lifeless tree
They talk about the blossoming orchids, in the Springtime
In haste I’ve looked desperately for a cure to this waste
Black lines and crimson dots on your ephemeral speech
I mark the blood, oozing out from within
A great reminder to me, of my sorry state of denial
That moon, white ecstasy on its head
Because when you’re down
She picks you up like a child, her own
Except you’re not one.
You’re a thousand lies more.
(20th February, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Murderous Shadows

Posted on 05 February 2012 by Tea Server

I drift into the sunlit memories Where the shadows of our hands Are there intertwined, And our figures in touch. And the sight kills me from inside. And still I never want to wake up, Because I’m with you Filed under: Whatever Little Poet Inside Me Tagged: dreams, life, love, poems, poetry

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I feel you through me

Posted on 04 February 2012 by Tea Server

In trying to get rid of that phase when you are without any feeling, I discovered something that was obvious but just so. Places, people and situations change, but some people are there. Constant. You need to thank them, throughout. For even if they lose their significance and forget their duties, and hurt you, you should know, they just do not mean it. It’s given, they do not.

-I should be more grateful.

-I need to act fast.
-I can do this, and I shall.
-In my own way, yes. No one is going to change that. I may be forgiving and diplomatic, but my dreams govern me. I will not let other things waylay me. No.

I feel you through me

Sitting on the edge of time
Thinking of symphonies played and loved
Beloved memories, and scented hair
Flowing through a waft of a windy sentence

Of lovers and their promises of eternity
Of fathers and their daughters
And their vow of a life untouched
From sorrow and pain, shame and defeat

Living in this conundrum of nascent thoughts
Nothing gives, nothing bends
Evil eyes, and their hungry desire
Pieces of you and me.

Voices of all sorts
Powerful, and seductive
From dark to dawn, from light to that black shadow
Of contempt and hate, constrained apprehensions

I feel you

In beautiful castles, waiting to be rescued.

I feel you

In dinghy prisons, with consumed body and soul.

I feel you

In clouds above the atmosphere, in dreams of the Divine.

I feel you

In belief of the One above, in resilience and strong will

I feel you

For each moment of inspiration, for each word
That you said, that you meant
A ghastly reminder of who you are
In all those places that you mattered

I felt you

Today, when I look ahead
Looking on stairs leading up to Destiny
With love garnered in little bubbly hearts
And flowers picked from fresh orchards of the young mind

I still feel you.

(4th February, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Frozen Wishes—-!

Posted on 21 January 2012 by Tea Server

Dreams of your fondness

How to explain, dispersing around

Of roses’ fragrance; how to veil of;

 

Dreaming eyes

 Looking for you eyes

Akin in fragrance of you

 An insomniac heavy-eyed

Frozen wishes

When as reflection play on water

Make calm whirls on heart n soul

Frozen wishes befall glum rhythm

How harassed are

In wintry season

Dreaming eyes

Looking for you eyes

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf


Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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Sleep and Hope

Posted on 20 January 2012 by Tea Server

Sometimes even our darkest emotions and our deepest fears have to come to the surface. They haunt us, they scare us. I just hope it goes away soon.
Sleep and Hope
Fallen angels, withered wings
Her lonely grace, her paper dreams
Her husky voice, and subtle screams
In each second she breathed, she let herself flow to death
Little lights hanging upon her destiny’s way
Blinding flashes of gore and gray
Blood-thirsty monsters play
Head-strong vigilance, a prayer, lost in the fray
Barging through ice-cold water and metal shards of burnt emotions
Heading straight into a valley of seed-less growth
Like a flower, plucked for the thorns it has
Like a river, drained for the toxicity it has
Like her blood, taken for all the hope it had
And crushed into numbing pain, crashing dreams
Bellowing mumbles of resistance, but it means nothing
Her gardens of roses and marigold beds
Her wishes woven with love and little bubbles of hope and freedom
She would dance around a little, hold tiny pockets of Spring
Hold them close to her heart, close to her soul, for the time being
And then her ecstasied frolicking is depreciated
People, calling from their haunting throats
Singing deadly lullabies, putting her to Sleep
The Sleep she does not want
The Sleep that would crucify her emotions and dreams
A lip that whispers ‘Carry me away’
A tone that makes a grain of sense
A voice that drains drops of hope into suspense
A lock of hair, flying in the wind – carrying her message to the world
Muted peace
Bated breath
Closed eyes
And your loneliness strides on a piece of your flesh
Her numb senses, right down to the core
Her broken trust, right down to the last word
Her mistaken dream, right down to every detail
And her splintered fingers, right down to each muscle that aches
Make it happen, she wants to say
Make it true, she longs to believe
How?
Hope, is just the last leaf hanging down from the bare tree.
Hold on to it.
(19th January, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Roses in my hand———!

Posted on 16 January 2012 by Tea Server

Roses in my hand——!

 

Some roses I have in my hands

  Having those unrealized dreams  

 

Colors dappled all around me

Oasis is in the barren regions

 

May not be there in your fondness

At least there under your chastise

 

Words transforming into meaning

 Accomplished responses from life

 

Radiance remains on the trees

Jungles boomed full blossoms

 

In night’s peaceful scenario

Attuned is musical melody

 

What’s significance of this era?

Bubbles are on the brink of era

 

 

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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This Spring——-!

Posted on 15 January 2012 by Tea Server


 

This spring is lost in some gloom

The colors, foliage and flowers  

What are these pinpointing to?

Singing glum on air’s rhythm 

The dreamy moments that lost

Drained; slept inside the eyes 

 Fragrance of those dreamy moments

 I’ve seen their dew on every flower 

Few moments of spirit’s harmony

Incredible few cherished moments 

Smiling joyfully in my imagination

I am sure the season of Spring

Was never so beautiful ever

 

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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Difficult are——!

Posted on 12 January 2012 by Tea Server

Difficult are the——-

Difficult are the values of time

Fire fetched to extinguish fire

All yearn for, to talk wisdom,

No one ready to be attentive

I can die with a word of love

Why unearth arrow to shoot

My eyes keep on inquiring this era

How much more blood to shed tears?

Time was there, gone, gone, by gone

What we lost to get hold of one person

Man is not to be trustworthy now

Snakes deputed to guard assets now

                                           Of them only every fête is lively today,

    Tales, the city has to narrate them today

Day’s spent in long to realize dreams,

But, night falls to reveal new dreams

Way friends turn into strangers Sahar,

Resilience is required turning away so

Composed by Sahar Ansari

Translated by Tanveer Rauf

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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A New Year’s Poem

Posted on 08 January 2012 by Tea Server

Another year has passed,

And a new year is about to begin,
Everything you put your mind to,
Will be accomplished and you will win.

Just look forward in your life,
And set your goals for the year,
Then have a glass of champagne,
And bring in alot of cheer.

So don’t look back at the past,
Believe this year will be the best,
All of your dreams are there for you,
Because you are so very blessed.

Happy New Year!

Syndicated from: Uzair Ahmad

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THERE IS ME

Posted on 03 January 2012 by Tea Server

On shores of longing strikes a lonesome tide

Proud in its forgetfulness

And nothingness finds a destiny there

To help a wayfarer’s dream

And journeys seek a destination in the palms of homesickness

Clad in the silver robe of tears

Hidden in soreness of jaded soul

Amidst the shadows of callous times

caged in a rotten clock

Dancing in never ending whirlpool of eternity

Hovered upon by the dust of failures

 clinched in sighs of regrets

In the nimbus of smiles of angels

In the halo of passions of men

A macrocosm disintegrates..

And then there is me…

Syndicated from: mindandbeyond

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