For all that I had to keep
I kept it within me ...

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Just hate the memories that makes me miss you ...

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My head hurts my eyes are sore
There is so much to learn
And All I do is snore

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Why always... I say right things on wrong time so it always turns out to be wrong Everytime...

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“Divine timing may differ from your ego’s timing. If your greater purpose is not ‘fast enough’ according to your ego, be patient, trust the universal flow & surrender to the Divine!”



- Muniba Mazari

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There are roads that you want to take,
When you are told not to.
There are people that you want to see ,
When they agreed not to.
They are things that you are determined to get,
When those things are not meant for you.
This is life ! This is yearning !
And that is what you dwell for.

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A story of a horse or panting war steed
Compared to heedless, secular human being

Food and stabling he owes to his master
To chase his given goals, he runs more faster
Duties of warfare and to carry a lory
With Discipline, he is trained rigourously
Now with his master to raid at dawn
What a selfless, devoted life ! With no right to frown
Cleaving through the body of host
For no reward nor jewels of gold
And eagerly faces his death
With no doubts nor regrets

Surely Man is ungrateful to His Lord
And lives on his own accord
Does he not know the Day when that in grave will be brought forth.
And that which is in their hearts is made known
Yet he still rejects His call
For the life he lives, he knows he owes Him all
Perhaps he himself is a witness to this
For self serving, self-indulgent life that he live

So return to your lord before its late.
Surely You are better than the horse that was trained.

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Story....
A script that is already written.
Prayer....
Once recited, your story can be rewritten.
And how is that....
When You start engraving with Your pen.

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It's ok to burst out into tears,
When you are crowded by all your fears.
Where exhaustion produces Smokey air,
Your head is freezed And your eyes stares.

A threat of danger,pain and despair.
Depression, anxiety. Much more, I swear.
Frightened to love, Frightened to care.
One cause and hundred heirs.

Its ok! to let out, or share.
To someone who's keen to hear.
If not, then burst out into tears.
When your are crowded by all your fears.

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While thinking what to write,
Poet's eyes struck a lovely site.
On the edge of the ledge,
Where the birds were fetched,
An eagle was seen,
With determination and keen,
Fixed eyes, focused tight
Horaltic pose aiming height
To further fly, To further rise.
A lesson of love, courage, honour and pride.
To feed the eaglets, The eagle flies.

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