Burnless impressions

                         Our problems are like those impressions on our legs when we sit in the same position                          for a longer time, they look permanent though eventually they disappear not causing any                          permanent harm or injury but what about the permanent burns that other people in the world are getting which only become more severe and severe with time

Be graceful

Our generation apparently has everything healthy and where they seem to be socially connected, they are mentally disturbed and isolated, why is that so? Why after every blessing, every healthy body part, everything still intact do we still feel as if our life could be a lot better and we just aren’t contented. Our generation has everything, but they still find things to be sad about, to grieve over, to just be alone and feel bad about their selves. It is all because WE think that we could have had a lot better than what we have, a prettier face, a better life, and better anything. We are in the depths of being ungrateful. We have made idols that we worship everyday yet we claim that one lord we praise. We are an independent unit in a dependent network of people in our lives yet we are so fierce and mean that only independence is what we see and misuse. How can we be so sure of what we are doing? Where is the measuring scale of right and wrong? How can we answer ourselves at night, on the couch that what we did or said was right or wrong? What about the people below us? What about people who are still getting through everyday just to find something to eat, to live in a place where they have exactly nothing and no one? Is it that our ungratefulness have decayed us? Or maybe we all lack the capability to be graceful enough to thank the blessings we have in our lives. Being contented with present would surely get our generation out of this unreal pool of sadness we have surrounded ourselves with.

Wrong engagement

I tried to engage myself to people again but a piece, a big one, was constantly melting away the thought of being happy. I wasn't happy it was just a label i gave to my engagement. But illusions and the world are so much of a synonym that i sometimes illus-ionize the world and forget that reality is ugly, it has no heart, it is give and take on strict scale. Why is it too difficult to forget the taste of Allah's love? Once you have tasted the real, the very purest of Allah's love, you just can't escape it, no matter how much lies you tell yourselves. No other engagement is then engaging, it is just you and Allah.

{For when Iman is in his heart, no evil could occupy the same space}

Metro

They said that the bus lead to hell
It had no stop they said.
I was made to travel that bus
I was shunned from the heaven 
My senses left me staring through the front screen blankly,
Thinking of the end
I was that tilted side of the road which gets water no matter what.
Someone with mighty coin they said
Had the brightest destiny they said
As they described that mighty coin, i felt something burning my hand
I saw it shining in bright lemon
I was told that mighty coin smelled like melon
I wasn't sure why did the coin chose me?
What could it be that made me that lucky?
Tears with memories of mother praying for me flowed and flowed until i left the hell bus

Ocean

A chaotic ocean holding finite ends and infinity altogether, have you were imagined that what if you were an ocean? What would you be? Infinite middle or the ever ending shore? I would be the shore, giving life to the being, hit by chaotic, angry waves. I will be their ground, their life line, their reason to live. What is so wrong with that? I’d sing to them the melody of water and bonding, they’d live up, they’d grow, and their all nurture will be because of me. Isn’t that enough reason to be happy? I’d hit the rocks and the hard, ashy mountains, they’d tell me the stories of hard shell and soft heart, wouldn’t you want to live like that? I’d transport the tales and lovely gaze, I’ll mesmerize. I’ll crush myself under the legs of the beings, my foamy form would melt to watery blue, on every touch.  I’ll wipe the tears, yet crying all the time. I am water, though, but why can’t I cry? My watery tears will hide under the layers of angry waves, my love will be my escape.

Humans

Humans are fierce, knowing not a single person or thing has  the next breath measured yet take everyone for granted until they are gone, then humans understand the need, the value they held for us. It is just too much courage that humans show, their own breath isn’t measured for them yet they portray and live as if they know their life time and period they are here for. Being proud doesn’t suit us, we are just not assured enough of us to be proud. One more bizarre trait of humans include; Humans grantness of the present while when present and everything that it holds is gone, then they cry with regret and they’re ready to accept any misery that come their way. It isn’t about being a game of proud and grantness. It is about being a game, the sooner we understand, the sooner we accomplish the yet unaccomplished

Reflection.

Blinking eyes blankly through the walls trying so hard to just understand what love and pain is. Why can’t we just stay happy and never feel pain or guilt or anything breaking us. Why can’t we just LOVE, be loved and stay happy. Why am I feeling as if something is passing by while I am sitting here doing absolutely nothing. I am blank, I have spilled black ink on my white papers, I am afraid to turn the pages forward, am afraid the remaining pages will get stained by this ink. Am scared to just move forward, why do we have to move forward? Leaving behind so many sensations and feelings and words, so many people and our thread with them. Regrets, only regrets remain and I sit there looking like a joke and trying to push myself to just get done with the life. Trying my smile not to fade away, to just not let people know the sad me, the regretful me is still there behind the sparkly smile. I am not ready to accept defeat, never but I am tired, so tired to just keep walking when that’s something I am not willing to do. It is not my path, not my destination. I never stood up for this, it was given to me by luck. Why can’t we just stop what we’re doing and just run away to do what we want to. I am chained by these pre-defined actions and things to do that now my throat is backing out on me, am dried , out of breath, just trying to find one mole of oxygen to just live. I am not dead, neither am I dying but am not living too, am just surviving, just continuing what life has defined for me.

It is painful to just watch yourself go down the path you never saw yourself going, watching yourself falling down so bad and not being able to help your own self. It is the purest defeat you can get. I was there looking so helpless, at my own self just tearing down and not being able to support my own self, I couldn’t, the power of holding and speaking out was taken from me. I am heartbroken to just see so much of hatred and pain. I am not the one who is ready to just put down the sword so early but what should we do while battling our own self? Where every single scratch will be tearing you apart and every single stitch you’d stitch yourself, only you are your enemy and worst is you war and live in the same place; the same body. I am not to be blamed for this war am going through. It is not that I have never been at war with anyone, I have been and I have won mostly, at least I have felt like a winner, but this time it is me, against me and best or worst I know everything about my enemy but my hands are tied to just make any move against myself. I am not afraid to hurt myself, but I don’t trust myself to take the right sides. Besides when did I say I am sure of myself? I never was and never will be. Humans are too proud to even think that they possess even an ant like power to control even their own thinking.

Breathing the air but am just not able to inhale the sensations I need. Am missing out on so many things but maybe this thought solely is making me miss out things put in my plate. Problem was never the people or the things that were given to me, problem have always been resided in me, growing bigger and stronger right inside my own skin. Wouldn’t it be suicide if I peeled my skin off even to just get rid of this parasite. I am backing out on myself. Would you back out too? 

Suspense coming your way

“Sophia! Have you seen moon? Have you seen its’ phases? Our life takes us from those predefined, pre-looped phases but doesn’t that mean even if hardships hit us, there is going to be a day of success, a day when we rise. We are the moon not the thunderstorm.” He said softly by grabbing her hand while looking right into her eyes. 
  

 ~These are the lines from a story i wrote for a certain competition. not only this post :P is to make you guys curious but to also grab your prayers and hopes for the competition as well :'')  wish me luck and keep reading & supporting.

Best human trait

Imporatncy, the factor of importancy and scale varies with your experiences, surroundings, your age, capability of thinking; all define the importancy of things to you. At the early age I was obsessed with dolls, things to eat and play, more of things to play. Then I grew my character was more important, self-respect and these things mattered and what people had to say mattered, then I came to the age when no longer these all mattered that significantly. With life our feelings, extent of feelings, goals; everything changes, it varies.  We lose, we get, we win and most importantly we are always learning. That is the most precious trait we could ever have.

PS; I have used, well invented a new word "importancy" there is no such word as "importancy" but to describe what i had to say, it was a need. plus a human made this language what if a human like me innovated it a bit *winks.