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The Truth

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2010 by will

Never heard a word about you before
Never thought that love would grow
Never expected any one would ever win this heart and soul
Never dream of such beautiful love

only your words subside my fears
only your smile cast away my tears
only your kisses that I long to feel
only your undying love would always make me real

these are my devoted words for you
these are my unselfish need of love so true
these are me, my self and I given just for you
these are the TRUTH

Before I was A Mom

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2010 by will

Before I was a Mom –
I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was a Mom –
I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom –
I had never been puked on – Pooped on – Spit on – Chewed on, or Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and My thoughts. I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom –
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests…or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom –
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life
so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom –
I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom –
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known The warmth, The joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Send this to someone whom you think is a special Mom

And remember that behind every successful woman……
is a basket of dirty laundry

Wounded Heart

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , on December 21, 2009 by will

wounded heart

wounded heart

Eversince I met you

Wounded heart was all you fed

Ever since I leave youAnother Wounded heart we fed

Ever since I made promise to you

Another Wounded heart out loud spread

Then, the most wise thing to do now

Is to lie on my back, don’t make a move

don’t wound any other heart

yet mine instead

ECLIPSE OF MY HEART

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 12, 2009 by will

finally…got the nerve to pour it out loud
 
 
 

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Have any of you ever wonder…

“what can i do to help this vulnerable shivering creatures..

to guide  her and her little one walk away from the ruin of their castle”

rather than that…

all of you delightfully

biting……

and tearing a part……

their meat with your cruel claws

left her and her baby

nothing but skinny bones

“those bones are proven for sins and lust…..,”

they said unheartly

“for others to learnt not to ruin their own castle……,”

they shrieking the oath

for none of them acknowledge

it was her effort

to mend the broken walls

it was her sweat and blood

to keep the castle stand tall


for her heart and soul trap

in the dungeon of honour and bond


for her life

have transcedence

to beautiful black eyes

and silky soft white skin


for only those eyes

strengthen her

through out horrible seasons

……….horrible winter……….

………viscious summer……..

…………dry fall………..

……….heartless spring……..

for all she have done

only to kept on

surviving through

the total eclipse of her life

the eclipse of the heart

for more than ten hundred years….


and more thousands of years of eclipse to come….


RIGHT BEHIND YOU

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , on November 9, 2009 by will
Author: Muhammad Zubair

My Friend,


the day you left me all alone


And told me our ways are separate from now on


I accepted your decision; maybe it’s better that way


But a commitment I made;

if you change your decision and turn around,


You will always find me right behind you


No matter how detrimental it is


No matter how I hold my tears


I won’t say anything; I won’t complain

But if you feel my anguish and turn around,

You will find me right behind you

I guess you would find it very hard

Your decision will not be long last


You will never forget your persistent past

When you feel remorse, turn around,


You will find me right behind you


No matter how hard things you find


You struggle, but you don’t see any positive sign


Without me there is no peace of mind


When you admit your make mistake, turn around,


You will find me right behind you


When too many hurdles come your way


When things don’t settle in your way


When fear of failure mounts every day

Don’t panic! Just turn around,


You will find me right behind you


When winter comes and leaves fall down,


Solitariness makes your heart melt down,


With tearful eyes you search around


Don’t shed your tears, turn around,


You will find me right behind you


When my memories loom heavy on your heart

And you look for a fresh start


When you feel dejected, turn around,


You will find me right behind you


Time will come when I will become a memory


Our friendship and love will become a history


If you miss me then…


Don’t worry but Don’t turn around



Just believe
that I m right behind you

Yellow Haired Little Girl

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2009 by will

why me, why us

Yellow haired little girl,

why thou  sobbing

in the mist of the night

till dawn breaking


Yellow haired little girl,

why waste thou tears

whose should be spilled

as wedding dress with color of green pear


Yellow haired little girl,

for no shining knight

would come to rescue thou tonight

only thee would hold tightly



Golden hearth girl,

come again tomorrow night

for thee awaits

under ground  six feet deep

epilog

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2009 by will

…the air…never see it coz it has no shape or form, couldn’t taste it, couldn’t touch it…..but die without it….never knew the time will come …time there’s no more air left for me, even though surrounded by it…but it won’t come near me……….because i am a disgusting-horrible monster…… scare away the air……… despise inhaled by me………my throat choked up, gasping for air….coz without it …i could..nootttt …………l..l..i.i.f.e.e…………………………………………………………………………………………