Relationships and Love
(1/3/2015 2:50:00 PM)
Let me know, thanks.
Last night I fell asleep eager, longing to meet you again in the morning.
I awoke to birds chirping and leaves of the trees rustling in the wind.
You were still asleep. I watched you for a moment, hoping your eyes
would open, so we could meet.
I watched on whilst my heart was pounding, sinking, thinking... You are
my clarity, my life, my hopes, my fears, my infinity.
Before you arrived I was carefree and happy and now...your interference
has left the water muddied.
Are you real?
That moment has left me and nothingness hasn't come to be.
Maybe you are mine and maybe we'll be plural over time.
You turn towards me, but still asleep, I weep. I want you.
Shall I steal a kiss?
(1/3/2015 2:43:00 PM)
Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Life through a colleague's eyes
I have trust issues. Which no one person can be directly accused.
I have lived a life of being beaten and cheated. In many ways
My small and petite stature, has left me open to the world's abuse.
My small and petite stature has set me up to have a life where I
Why have I been designed for failure?Why is it I seem to attract
I am now of the mind where I expect to be hurt early on in relationships.
I find it difficult to resolve challenges within relationships. I run from
inexhaustible issues within relationships.
Something needs to change and I do not want to agree to a new a found
friend's opinion of my state of mind. Although I can see he will never
leave me behind.
Muhammad Sarim Ashrafi
(1/2/2015 2:16:00 PM)
have a look please....
The image I have drawn in my pooped eyes
Waits for you to have adoring stare to arise
The unheeded tale of romance of our love
As if the God interlocked us but I still rove.
Indeed more than my breathe I love her
If she comes will be ennobled as my lover
My world lacks for her everytime I call up
Oh God! Give me nothing but who buffs up.
Your cheeks, oh my beloved, make me weak,
Lips like leaves of rose and the facial peak
Devastate the sorrow while there is mourn
To my tedious life hap, for it is the morn.
The onset are you of the light of immortality,
In your Majesty, oh crowned head personality!
As thy winsomeness the fays descant hymns,
Devote themselves to you for their whims.
The fuel of my life ends but you can fill
Only my life with the dreams of thy still,
From the heaven please reveal on the earth
We shall initiate the life taking a new birth.
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(1/2/2015 12:38:00 PM)
Her eyes have the key of her heart, But I always lost in them.
I lost in the beauty of the stars sparkling on her face,
And, I lost in the pink smile she wears on her lips.
Her eyes may look sad but her heart is happy.
Presence of her soul, starves all of my insecurities,
and gives me the energy to stand alone.
(1/2/2015 7:40:00 AM)
the definition of love is undefined....it is the feeling which gives you opportunities to give a new definition of love.....
(12/20/2014 1:08:00 PM)
I never express Love in Romantic Words.
and here my poems tried to express it..
You is Me
(for my Wife)
I am the man
who be bold to revoked
made it as Arrowheads.
I Dashed it
with a Bows
of my Ribs
windshield of city bus
I am the Man
who became the heart in Your Heart
romantic enough? :)
(12/16/2014 6:56:00 PM)
A glimpse beyond the walls, I see a life of which will never be
But oh, how high a man can dream?!
To heights unmatched and seldom seen
I touched the star that grants a wish, saw the face that launched 1,000 ships
Had everything, and so t'was bliss
but lost it all, Just.....Like.....This.
For Alas! , I am not meant for those, precious moments of parental prose
Nay- I am just meant to be alone
This curse I bear on my own.
Like a drunk, I rue the morning next, where reality replaces happiness
And darkness mixed with loneliness
Consumes the light my soul emits.
But something in me knew it then, eventually the floor would spin
A vortex where escape is thin
Here past the event horizon.
So alone I walk, toward Destined Death
Not of my flesh, but imagination
For a dream can quickly turn nightmare
And many times I've seen the pyre
Consume my spirit, hopes and desires
(12/13/2014 12:55:00 AM)
Hey friends hows my poem tell me please...
What I like,
What I like,
Is it the voice of father, who says,
You are waking up so late,
Or the mother’s voice, do fast,
School bus is on the gate.
Is it the morning luring to stays
And not go to school,
Or the friends asking to play,
And move to the grounds,
Is it the mothers call,
To be the best in the class,
Or the fathers warn,
To be good than neighbour ‘s ward
Is it the flowers and the flies
With their fragrance and the cries
Or the birds, and their cheers
Moving like my desires, in the skies
Is it the watching, movies,
Which are played these days
Or playing the new game,
Brought by the father “car race”
Yes I am walking straight the road,
Seeing the sky watching the rays,
To get the answer to get the ways,
Where to go and where to stay.
(11/26/2014 3:44:00 AM)
How do you make your woman understand your craft and try to meet you halfway instead of complaining with mood swings?
(11/13/2014 6:13:00 PM)
hey frnds, pls read my poem n make your remarks
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