yes i know my heart but it doesn't know me.there are things i just can't tell i have seen loneliness that pain can cause the soul always torn apart never while.a smile quickly fades into night.blood stains on my hands to wash away the pain.anger and sadness invade every sense of my being.i am confusedd don know what am i seeing?
but emotion still stay the same .i am falling away ,from them,from him,from me.i feel it in my soul,pit of my soul ,striving to fill this debt and escape this dreedful hole as i rip through and fight my way through this painful hate,i strive to make my sense of my past,present and fate.singing silent pain i have seen searching the longful to see what u mean when u say things better and knob ur naive head.
ignorantly assuming surely i am asleep in my bed in fear that there will be someone desiring to crush me.

hmm.. really nice use of words.. though there is a lot of pessimism, sadness and loneliness involved.. well i think that you really expressed your emotions and views nicely... good job.... but to be truthful.. u shudnt be so pessimistic.. I mean you get only one life... y not live it to the fullest right???
and everyone gets some sadness and stuff every now and then... but why let them take the smile away from your lips? they are not worth it!! so if these are your real emotions... brighten up and enjoy the glories of life!!

Just to say a hi to Saheeba. Hope you are doing well. Wanted to post this poem written by Sitara some days ago in a diff. thread.

Lost And Found

My carefree spirit, I lost,
to the winter of maturity;
My childhood dreams,
vanished with reality.

The confidence of youth,
the bliss of ignorance,
all disappeared,
with the dawn of knowledge.
Freedom of thought,
word and action,
entangled in the web of despair.
Despair: A time wrought with agony,
a disillusionment of life.
A change so permanent,
everything that was, is not.
Values dissolved by
the tides of life.
Even a smile, buried deep

Everything that was built,
destroyed stone by stone;
Unraveled thread by thread,
Every bit of love,
squeezed by hands of fate.

But

From the debris, I have salvaged my soul;
from death, a new life;
From tears, a flicker of a smile;
From destruction, a rebirth;
From the past, a future;
From Was, to Am
Each a lesson on its own..
Well taught by the teacher himself;
Life, the Greatest Guru of them all.

~ sitara~

Lots Of Luck.

rythm;
thank you.no i am not passimist in real.just enjoy writing some sad stuff thats all.

newuser;
thanks for lovely poem.i already read that before.its lovely.

kaile post gariesh taile?:-0
maile padherko bhanda ta different cha ta?!
anyway talk to u later.

This is what saheeba wants to say from her poem i guess :)

So tired of broken hearts and losing at this game
Before I fall asleep
I take a chance in telling you
I want more than just romance
You are my destiny, I can't let you go ; can't you see
Cupid please take your aim at me...

thank u !
he he he

thank u!
dyang u are so ryt!
ruIna was right ,u R GOOD.


ruina thaha payees hoina k bhannu aba.

"May I be known,
May I be none,
I am a soul-searcher,
for search i would be gone..."

Life, we play it in our own ways. The ways may be millions or zillions, and to play it best We have to be the winner;

::::huh!!! a winner???
-->>yeah, a winner!!!

'Coz everybody has downs in life but the winners are those who rise in their downs.

I just see thousands of faces around me, hatred with the tears, burning with anguish, buried with depressions, and sealed with egoes. I turn my back and look into the mirror, and there I see the resemblences of those faces within my image. My eyes burn, and I curse my eyes for showing me all these, and wish I am blind...

I close my eyes, and bury myself into the darkest dark, yet a line a of ray pass through it, and within the darkest dark I find a ray of hope. I see the people smiling on smallest joys, celebrating burying the anguish, sharing the company in the depressions and faces standing beside the hatred.

The ray of light then just becomes not enough for me. I thank my eyes for showing me the ray, the ray of hope. I grow from my dark for my journey. Yet the path isn't easy, But i have my own equipments to overcome them.

for thorns, I have boot of courage...
for tears, I have tissues of smile...
for depressions, I have celebration of life...
for anguish, I have backpacks of laughters...
for loneliness, I have thousands of stars...

My trek isn't easy, I know, maybe difficult than to climb the Mt. Everest, But I am determined to follow my faith, to reach my destiny, where I know I will find my soul. I am celebrating my journey, the journey of life;Only life.

@Nirman@

May my nonsence ramblings have some sense...re kya....
;o)...Nirman...(o;

impressed.

Ramji mero shakti/
Hami sabhai Ramji ko Bhakta ra Bhakti/
Ma Puja gharay Heejo ra Usti/
Ajha pani puja lownchu, sabhai bhakta lai musti/
Namaste gharchu, aru sabhe kura rhok chu/
Moorthi ho ki manchay, bhagvaan ko khoota dhog chu/
Shri Ram ko Naam bhanayra, ma prasad kanchu/
Sabai laadu thanchu, ani lukayra lanchu/
Ma moto hunchoo, tara Ramji lay malai aja maya deenuncha

Jay Shri Ram.

By the way Saheeba....Kina gayeb bhayeko yestari Sajha baata...Prem bandhan ma paryo ki k ho....Ardko guess aanusaar re kya...:oP
anyways aaru ni post gaara hai,
Nirman