

Another Day Just Passes ByAnother day without a voice, Another day without a choice, Another say, another way, Another day just passes by, Another day with dreams to burn, Another day with justice to earn, Another try, another cry, Another day just passes by, Another day without a light, Another day without a night, Another breath, another death, Another day just passes by, Another day with a secret to hide, Another day with a sky to confide, Another shame, another fame, Another day without a place, Another day without a trace, Another load, another road, AnotheAnother Day Just Passes By


Everything is AccurateAs a storm hits the peace of forest. Some get indulged in finding God. Some lose him. Some stay torn apart, unable to realise their own realisation. And as each bird flies by, the eagle and the owl settle down. Undoubtful about life and death. And the eyes meet as though rageful in it's own unknown tongue...Everything is Accurate
Owl: May I know of the grafitti that never makes you sure of the God who has made you so powerful?
Eagle: When all I see is unrelentful. Relented to believe in the unseen would be my weakness. Weakness is intolerable for the ones with power.
Owl: Believing gives you the strength far beyond any power.


You are weak, Evil.You stand inches away from me giving no answer to the scorn in my eyes which implores you to look down. To set your eyes on the same silent ground you threw me on once only to reach the unconquered sky. And when it's silence mingles with mine. It impales you. Asking you to unhaze your memory. And you look up to the sky that we wish to witness our unrequited dreams in. The sky that gives us nothing but it's mystical unsoundness. The sky. It is today as clear and as clouded as your repentant, never spoken about, thoughts. It looks down on you. Constantly tormenting you with the reality that it is and will always be out of your reach. And the moYou are weak, Evil.


In a mystical way...The screaming of a shadow that works it's way into our eyes. To gift us with a comfort so cold that grows old. Like the past. And, in it's growth, we are but left finding him. In a sky that is not so clear. Going further to lose every emerald of hope. But stopping is for those who sleep. Never fearing to fall in a dream. Satisfied with it's incompleteness. It makes us sing in a tune so silent. And we sing eternally. But the God who was never born and would never die. Never calls upon us. And so our eyes never open. And so our breath never lasts. And the ageless tears that had carelessly fallen down soon dry. Leaving the earth with a memory. AIn a mystical way...


A Calmness Called CalamityHopeless. It seems impenetrable, this door. A door locked on each side. Never open, never closed. Always taunting with it's incompleteness. It is incomplete as I am incomplete. Forever reserved. The key. But it is buried inside of us, of me. Together, I won't ever stop. Nothing. There is nothing, and I am nothing. And past that door, there is but nothing. Nothing to hold us back, nothing to keep us here. Safe, from everything, from everyone. Safe from nothing, from myself. The day that our iniquities become tears is looming, and in my end I'll still have learned nothing. This day, our day. An end to all means meaningless. A terror marked agelA Calmness Called Calamity
Devious Comments
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Like a monkey, life will sometimes unexpectantly throw shit at you.
I'll try and come on dA more, and if not I'll surely try posting all of my writings. Don't you worry.
As for your question, yes, I do live in Pakistan. I have developed a 'decent' habit of reading books and that just might be reason behind it.
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep...
And miles to go before I sleep
Ohh, and do you really live in Pakistan? I'm just curious, because if english is not your first language, you speak it sooo well!
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Like a monkey, life will sometimes unexpectantly throw shit at you.
but everything is okay....
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Soon enough everything shall end and nothing will be left all will be eternally forsaken how much longer can an agonized Earth live when all she cares for only tears her to pieces?
I am okay. A lot has happened in the past few months. Both good and bad stuff. But I am pretty good. So busy with college...
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep...
And miles to go before I sleep
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Soon enough everything shall end and nothing will be left all will be eternally forsaken how much longer can an agonized Earth live when all she cares for only tears her to pieces?
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