Me

Yesterday has gone with the wind, today is kissing my mortal eyes, tomorrow is Knocking at my door, day after tomorrow may be I would be no more...
I was alone before, I'm alone today, & I would be alone thereafter...
People come & go... meet & greet...weep & smile...speak & listen...
Then leave with a fake smile...& disappear in the mist Of unreliable time.
Whats remains in the end is nothing but me for me!

I left my smile,

Since you've been gone.
Every morning when I get out of bed, I look into the mirror hoping to find my smile. But as usual, no smile.
I look and I look, but it's nowhere to be found.
I keep my eyes peeled wherever I go, but still no luck.


When I try to think just where it might be...
I can't help but wonder...
if maybe you know where I left my smile,
cause the last time I saw it, I was with you.

In my Dream you hold my hand

In my Dream you hold my hand
Like no one did before
You are there in reailty
I m not sure though
I Have never seen You
But still Dream about you
The way you look at me in my Dreams
Makes me beleive that its gonna be true
Someday Somewhere You will be mine oneday
I Have never seen You
But still Dream about you
You are the one that i want
the one i need
The One that i gotta have just to succeed
When i first saw you in my dreams
I knew it is real
I am sorry for Everytime
I wake up ,With broken dreams
I long for you in Every Stream.

I Wanna Go Back To The Time

I want to go back in the time where

Protection meant to wear helment.... 

Drinking meant apple juice

Mom was the only hero..

When dad's shoulders were the highest place in this world...... 

Our worst enemies were siblings.... 

When hurt meant Only injured knee...... 

The only thing broken were toys...

And when Good Bye meant till tomorow!!!!

Believe

Muslim Women

What do you see when you look at me?

Do you see someone limited, or someone free?

All you westerners can do is just look and stare,

Simply because you can't see my hair!

Others think I am controlled and uneducated,

You think that I am limited and un-liberated,

You are so thankful that you are not me,

Because you supposedly would like to remain 'free' 

Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used,

Describing women who are cheated on and abused.

You think that I do not have opinions or voice,

You think that being hooded isn't my choice. 

You think that the hood makes me look caged,

That my husband or dad are totally outraged.

All you can do is look at me in fear,

And in my eye there is a tear!

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,

But because people are ignoring the One up above. 

On the day of judgment you will be the fools,

Because you were too ashamed to play by your own rules.

Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie,

But at least I am filled with more inner beauty!

See I have declined from being a guy's toy,

Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy.

Real men are able to appreciate my mind, 

And aren't busy looking at my behind. 

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause, 

The role that we play definitely deserves an applause. 

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,

And because some people are inspired by my sight.

The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility, 

In the back of their mind, they wish they were me.

We have the strength to do what we think is right,

Even if it means putting up a life long fight!

You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt, 

We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt. 

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated, 

We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated!! 

We are the ones that are free and pure, 

We're free of STD's that have no cure. 

So when people ask me how I feel about the hood,

I Just sum it up by saying, 'Baby its all good'

Tear falls from my eye

Lost in the memories of yesterday
Remembering your sweet and gentle way
How we walked along where flowers grow Spreading seeds of love wherever we'd go
As I sweetly reminisce Gazing out my window 
The night is brightened with the soft moon glow and as the stars that fall from on high
I gently catch them as a tear falls from my eye

My "friends" have no faces

We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names. 

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

Dreamer

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one

Emptiness

A sadness. An emptiness, a hole, in ones own soul. It makes them feel lacking, unworthy... inadequate.
We pursue things in a vain attempt to fill the gap. Because acquisition means worthiness, it means being good enough... and its a stroke of the ego.
We bore with the things we win because the desire is no longer there... we grow confident in our worthiness to have and our ability to acquire that the challenge, the impossibility has disappeared
We always want the most the things we think we cant have... it hurts to feel inadequate... and its fulfilling to find out otherwise.
The excitement of the chase isnt the tease of pray you cant have, because failure hurts... and it isnt the having of the pray you thought you couldnt, because having is boring... but the satisfaction comes at the moment you sink your teeth in and you know you are worthy
You see? Before acquisition we are empty... and after acquisition we are still left feeling empty. This is why material things and material conquests never yields lasting, true satisfaction with life... and it forces some people into the habit, the delusional belief, that continuous indulgence must be made more frequent for more sustained happiness