Scenario #30

I really don't know what this is, I started it off as something and it turned into something else, so well there it is.

I can watch over you,
If you're letting me be.
I can runaway to far off land,
Where I'll find the diamonds you deserve,
I'll wait in the cold,
Shine beneathe the moon,
And until their howls calm down,
I'll stay in the caves,
Somewhere faraway where your beauty belongs,
At the edge of this cliff,
Joining the river of love,
And they swim and glide,
Leaving nothing unturned,
I'm travelling to far off land,
Where the diamonds I'll find,
Where I get what you love,
And I'll be there in there in the night.

I can promise you everything,
But I'm known to throw my words,
I'll always been left behiind,
After I've brought you here, so far.
And holding you, your hands and fingers,
We've together, fought your fears,
I could break my promise,
But I will never break your heart,
And if we miss days together,
And they win over me.
If I'm gone, I'll leave nothing to suffer,
I'll leave you my heart by the sea,
And I'll leave you my love for eternity.
I am nothing but a traveller,
And I'm setting out for the diamonds you deserve.

Random day at work.

So I'm at work and at times it can get dull and dry.
An hour feels like days.
So before I go on about work, let me tell you what I actually do here,
Almost all sorts of things, from money conversion, as in calculative,
To making Invoices, going out and collecting cheque's or meeting customers, getting Enquiries,
And basically managing the I.T Department of the company,
So today I get a call from my brother from Sharjah, and he wanted something (:
And I kinda did it right away, and I get a reply saying...
"

Thank you saad !

You are very fast masha Allah

Brgds,
*name*

"

And its times like these that the laggy hours and boring days get worth it ^_^
Its a general thing for every human to feel the need to be praised,
And when it comes to this, I say, I am almost equivalent to nothing,
There's no harm to my ego in saying that I like being praised.
I think all of us, but if you don't then well I've no words for you =D
Until next time,
Lemme get back to work.

Lost pages of 2010 #11

I wrote a note today.
I think it had your name, call it a letter.
Wrote everything I believe was good in you,
I believed. I witnessed.
I folded it away. I kept it with me for a while.
Read it aloud to myself when alone.
Read it so many time, the page looks a century old.
There are watermarks almost everywhere.
I'm guessing those are my tears.
Folding it for the last time.
One last read. Check.
One final look. Check.
Grabbed a match stick, burned it down. Check.
Was thinking to myself, why read about you
When I can't have or see you.
Whenever I wish, whenever I will.
Can't talk or sit, with you, someplace.
Quite. Peaceful. Lovely.
Why not?
Cause everything in life has a drawback.
You never get what you want.
Well not usually, I bow to your frienship.
I know deep down my heart, I'll never be over you.
I'll never see you again, I can never hate you.
I. Hate. This.
Things aren't usually the way you want them.
If they are for you, I say make no mistake in living the moment.
Bad time lingers. Bad times leave mark.
Whether a broken heart, or a broken hand,
A would or a gash.
From infinite to the point where our pain starts, unbalanced and uncoached.
Not prepared for this rough bumpy road.
Yet life gives you no seat belts.
Falling off is death.
Holding on is hope.
Closing your eyes and facing the facts is courage and sheer stupidity.
Never works. Never will. Never has.
A stupid note got me thinking, well I won't call it stupid anymore,
It got me thinking how someone might not have done anything for you,
But you still owe them a lot.
Owe them moments of happiness in times of cry.
You owe them sloppy smiles played, alone inside your room.
Little do they know that its their thoughts that shine our eyes.
Like a thousand rubies?
A note got me thinking how, someone could possibly wish for a task manager,
In the context of your heart or an 'Alt + F4' function maybe?
For forgetting is hard, dehydrates your body... All that crying.
 Not good for your health, you know?
Lifes bad right now, well no one asked.
Who cares? I share my word with no one anyways.
Don't. Let. Good. Times. Go. Away...
Think twice before you do something regarding your pumping organ.
Hurts and sucks.

Scenario #29 by Nada Mir - Why does your pain hurt me?

If you've died, I've felt myself die.
And if you've not, it still hurts here,
Ripped off into shreds,
And this heart beats me,
Harder than your words,
But when I see you hurt,
When I see you cry,
I'm bound to the corners of darkness,
Sitting alone, with all of my pain,
All of your pain that I make mine.
Oh darling, why does it hurt me?
When you stand so far, and I can see you hurt?
I'm ripped into shreds, into pieces.
There's no beauty in this life.
And I've never let anything reach out to me,
But why does it hurt so much?
When I see you, crying there in pain,
It beats my heart,
It hurts more than being alone,
In this darkness, my pain stings,
Your pain that hurts me.

I'll walk to you, when your sorrows rain here,
In this town, I'll walk every road,
Holding your hand, we'll take steps.
Together, they can brush off on me,
And your tears and wet my curls,
And for every streak of sunshine,
I'll watch you smile, and I'll fell myself glow,
Like your sorrow and your pain,
How it beats and breaks my heart,
When I see you smile,
You bring life to me,
You bring peace, bring my pieces back.
In the morning light, we'll glide and dance,
All over this town,
Picking up pieces of our pain.
We've felt it together,
Holding your hand, I've been through it.
Your pain that hurts me.

Why does it hurt watching someone hurt?

Lost pages of 2010 #10 My other shayer side ;)

Kaisi zindagi ban si gayi hai,
Udaas chehra jhalak raha hai.
Naam ke dost to kayi hai,
Tu ek hamesha saath raha hai.

--
Urdhti patang ki tarah thi meri zindagi,
Kat gayi apki nazroon se, chun li maine apni khushi.

--

Lehroon jaisi thi meri zindagi,
Idhar uthar jhumti.
Jo tum aye, aisa lagta hai ki ab,
Badal banke barasna baqi raha hai.

--

Urdhti hawa ab udaasi layi,
Mere khwaboon pe yeh jo chayi.
Ab tum hi bata do ay zindagi,
Kis gunah ki hai yeh saza payi?

--

Tere chehre ki woh muskurahat.
Neend meri udhaye.
Ek woh pal jo yaad karna chahein,
Woh pal hi na yaad aye.

--

Dekh kar tumhara woh muskurana.
Dil bhi ab rangeen hogaya hai.
Cheen na chahte to yeh pal mere,
To ab yeh rang tum hi mita do.

--

Bekhabar thi meri sari umar,
Jab tak tumhe nahi dekha tha.
Ab ti kisi cheez ki khabar ki liye fursat hi kahaan?

--

Jee rahe the apke palkhoon mein,
Toot ke giri jo bhaon apki,
Rakh kar hatheli pe,
Dua ban ke urdh gaye apki.

--

Lost pages of 2010 #9

Remembering the most painful, most numb moment of my life.
Saw you emerge from a crowd like a purple pretty butterfly.
At that moment, right then, I had no stomach.
Well what can I say?
I was dumbfound and unable to move.
Unable to unto the magic of a butterfly, lovestruck.
Pumped up. Hypnotized. I stared right through all the walls and barries in between,
Catching your eye, my smile made you smile.
Ofcourse, it was sloppy, your face made my day.
My heartbeat felt like a hammer on butter.
And the end left with nothing to say but a 'bye' anyway.

If, only if, and ofcourse I wish,
If you were mine for a day.
A day would mean so much,
A day to care,
A day to protect.
A day to express.
And a day to implement and act upon..
My love.

Lost pages of 2010 #8

Pick you up at 8, take your time, I'll wait.
You're applying your gloss, to be ruined by the ketchup sauce.
We're gonna crash at McDonald's
Choose from one of those menu panels.
Have your favourite meal,
'Hey, I like that heel.'
You're out with me today,
There's no way I'm letting you pay.
That's the last thing I expect you to say,
'Oh look that's our tray' you say,
Your eyes shine like the colour of butterflies,.
'Can I have one of those french fries?'
Stealing off your plate innocently,
You've started thinking differently,
The way I don't like, you don't need to skip or bike,
You'll say 'I wanna lose weight.'
I'll say 'Shush! You look like a tiny slice of cake'
Making that pouty face that takes over me.
How do I make you see what I see?
You're not fay, don't get a yoga mat.
Have fun, go crazy.
Stay cool, not lazy.
'It's dessert time Marie'
'What about me going to 43'
I laughed it off, and then coughed.
'Just wait and watch, I'm gonna get you stuffed.'