I am not what people made me...i am now talking at their level in their own language..ah..they have created a monster...!!

One day I will become an idea, no sword to carry it
To the wasteland, and no book
Like rain on a mountain split open by
A growing blade of grass,
Neither force has triumphed
... Nor the justice of the vagabond..
One day I will become what I want..

A time comes,
when u dont want to think anymore...
and this is the time
where i am ready to be lost...
dont knw whats right or real left in me
but to this time,all the innocence has gone....
i want to die to finish this
once and for all........

a fake smile can hide million tears................

She Walks In Beauty like the night

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

When I Was Small
I Laughed Less
But
There Was Infinite Hidden
Joy,
...As I Grew Up
I Learn To Laugh A Lot
To Hide The Unspoken
Sadness..

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused..

Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time..
Close to the gardens of broken shadows..
We do what prisoners do..
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope

o bulleh..who am i.......

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard`s craze
Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk (Muslim), nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born
I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

"There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep for that."

How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
...With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.

The most difficult journey
is to travel from
your head to heart...!!

let me live the way i am.dont need a stronger heart..