Oh My! How Wrong I Have Been!

Its been a while, since I have cried my heart out,

Even thought I might never have to.

 

But oh my! How wrong I have been!

 

There you were,

Throwing your words at me.

 

There I was,

Shielding myself from you.

 

Tried my best to not let them get to me,

But the words just kept on coming.

 

Piercing through my heart,

Opening a portal for the tears to flow down my cheek.

 

Oh my! How wrong I have been!

For someone who didn’t care for the words or the person siting in front of him..

– aak92

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Break the Silence, Raise Your Voice!

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We talk about human mannerism, as if we are the most mannered people around

When there can’t be any more savage animals than us, ever found!!!

I don’t know where to start on this, or even how!

There are monsters, real monsters plucking off our little delicate flowers, our darling little angels. Such horror!!

You probably heard about the current incident. About Zainab, a 7 year old kid, who was kidnapped, rapped and then murdered. This incident took place in Qasur, Pakistan. Her dead body was found among a pile of heap.

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A delicate little flower was plucked and squashed. Just like that, as if she was nothing, as if she meant nothing. And she is not the only one. There are billions of boys and girls, who are facing the same horror around the world.

Can you imagine what their families must have gone through? Can you even feel the pain, the agony they must have been going through? We can’t do much to take away that suffering from them, but we can stand by their side and can raise our voices for justice, justice for those children.

This is not a random matter that you can ignore. You need to, we need to raise our voices, raise ourselves for these innocent little souls. We need to get justice for them. We need to stand up as a society, against such barbaric crimes. We need to put an end to this.

We hear about such tragedies now and then, shed some tears on them, feel bad for a day or two and then become silent again. Can’t you see, the silence is strengthening the rapists!

Break the Silence, and

Hang those Culprits!

Don’t let this littel girl’s (Zainab) murder be just another tragedy. Please, I am requesting you, do not let this incident go under the rug too.

Raise Your Voice,

Raise Your Words,

And Make them Pay!

This is sickening, how such criminals can walk free. They are monsters and monsters deserve to be caged and punished. Make him pay. Set an example for the whole world, for others like him, so no one even thinks about going down this lane again.

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– aak92

Self Safety

People ask with their hollow words What’s wrong?

Not sincerely interested in your pain

 

All they seek are tales

Something to gossip about

 

They do not deserve to be aware of your scars

They definitely do not deserve to know your secrets

 

They are like head lice

Being with you, because it satisfies their need

 

Little by little

Draining you of your own self

 

If you want to survive and not just exist

Their is a need to wash yourself of all such impurities

 

Get rid of them

Before they drain you of ‘you’

 

Save yourself

Before there is no self left to safe

-aak92

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Indeterminable Depth

Hurting someone is as easy as throwing a pebble in the water. But you cannot determine how deep it will go.

And once the pebble is out of your hand, you don’t get to decide how deep it get to go.

– aak92

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A Perspective

There are some things in life which make you cry like they happened, the very moment.  You feel the same level of pain, that you felt months or even years ago. Sometimes the emotions get a lot more intense than they were on that ‘actual day’. And you feel like you can never get over it.

I have been there.

You cannot turn a painful memory into a happy one. You cannot turn a loss into a gain. But you can move your focus form the gloomy picture and take notice of the brighter side.

The pain is part of this life, but so is joy. Now it depends on us, which we choose to keep in focus.

– aak92

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Unrealistic Desire

Looking back where he is everywhere

And looking forward where he will never be

She cries

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Remembering the memories of him

And thinking about the memories where he will never be

She cries

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Recalling the moment he was there

Remembering the next he was gone

She cries

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Cries because she still looks for him

In the mist of her loss

Knows that he ain’t coming back

But still she carries this unrealistic desire

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Looking for him in crowds

Finding him and losing him

Over and over again

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Still she carries this unrealistic desire

Close to her heart

Hoping for something totally impossible…

Unrealistic desire of a daughter for her deceased father.

– aak92

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Story of a Perfect Soul

She was

Pure as a driven snow

Pretty as a picture

 

She was

A child with a hope

A girl with a dream

 

Life toppled her once

But she learned to swim

 

One day came

As a new beginning

 

Only this beginning was not what she expected

 

Her heart got flooded with pain

And he was the reason

 

She was what you say a perfect soul

                     And

He was what you call a total jerk

 

What new life has in stored for her

She is hesitant to know

 

She will get through this storm, someday

But not without some scars engraved in her soul…

True story of someone dear.

– aak92

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