`h`e`a`v`e`n`

This world down here
Is a matter of two days
A few little tears
And there is no other way
It will not last too long
Because there is someone waiting up there
Now sing all your sweet songs
And then the pal of death tou wear
Perform all your deeds now
Make sure they are good
And then you have to bow
Above your head just look
God is deciding your fate
With respect to your deeds
Be sure you are not too late
When your fate he starts to read

``Life Is NOt a Bed of Roses!```

``

Life is not always kind
And we have to keep this in mind
Good times are never to stay
Sp always be ready to face the worse
My life was beautiful
Even I envied it sometimes
But now I have to envy others
Hapinness has left me
And is far beyond my reach
Clouds of grief scare me
And I stand helpless
Love is life, is what I thought
Buth there is no truth in it
Love is too much to ask for
And not within my reach
Like an isolated seashell I lie here today
Nowhere to go, no one to talk to
You never get what you wish for
Because life is not a bed of roses.```

thanks

miss universe:

``Life Is NOt a Bed of Roses!```

``

Life is not always kind
And we have to keep this in mind
Good times are never to stay
Sp always be ready to face the worse
My life was beautiful
Even I envied it sometimes
But now I have to envy others
Hapinness has left me
And is far beyond my reach
Clouds of grief scare me
And I stand helpless
Love is life, is what I thought
Buth there is no truth in it
Love is too much to ask for
And not within my reach
Like an isolated seashell I lie here today
Nowhere to go, no one to talk to
You never get what you wish for
Because life is not a bed of roses.```

wow..nice

gr8 work dear

thanks to all

again n again

Guzeray jo lamhay chahatoon kay yaad aye too roo paray,,
ham apinee bebasee per kabhee muskuraeay kabhee rooo paray...
ajeeb shakss ha aur mohabatain bhee us ki kamal....
pahlay jee bhar kay sataya phir khudd hee rooo paray....

miss universe:

thanks to all

most welcome

miss universe:

"tottaly dependent on rain"

THE words that i havent learnt
are still on my brain

the moments i will remember forever
memories of them are all faint

and the moments i havent gone through
i still remember those...

the words u listen from me
are not words r yelling of my pain
never quit playin
suffer sustained
but all in vain

Tottaly dependent on rain

affected by sinful affect of grain
the grain from the seed i never plant in

falling in the lowest category of hell
the highest height i had attain

and still wanna retain
the momentum i never gain

i found my erotic phantasm
to calm me to solace my mind

but at last what i gain
is striking pain

STILL dependent on RAIN


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thanks london girl

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all....

thanks lashakir

"What we call the beginning is often the end

And to make and end is to make a beginning.

The end is where we start from. And every phrase

And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,

Taking its place to support the others,

The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,

An easy commerce of the old and the new,

The common word exact without vulgarity,

The formal word precise but not pedantic,

The complete consort dancing together)

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,

Every poem an epitaph. And any action

Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat

Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.

We die with the dying:

See, they depart, and we go with them.

We are born with the dead:

See, they return, and bring us with them... for history is a pattern

Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails

On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel

History is now..."

Stay with me as the tempest nears,
upon the roof raindrops cascade.
Longing look in your eyes appears,
inhibitions begin to fade.

Hearts beat fast upon each splatter,
yearn for more with each caress.
Stirring with each pitter patter,
lost in your beauty and finesse.

Raindrops sound so penetrating,
rhythmic movements in sync to please.
Hear the storm, exhilerating,
love's released as rain falls from eaves.

Splashing sound of the last few drops,
mark in time the brewed storm has past.
Legs stay entwined till the dripping stops ,
wanting the sensation to last.

ur welcome

v.nice dear ones

thanks to all

ur welcome

My Friend

We all need someone
To talk to in our life,
A friend to whom we run
In times of stress or strife

A friend who's always there
Throughout the years,
A friend we know will care
And take away our fears.

A friend who's always near,
Waiting for our call,
To wipe away our tears,
And lift us when we fall.

A loving friend indeed,
On whom we can depend
To fulfill our every need -
Thank you, precious friend