Rusty Canvases..


Maybe you don’t know,

I love you from the soul..

Your presence erases all of my fears,

Just don’t know how you washed away my tears..

I love your smile and shimmery glances,

Your kiss, your shirt, your heavenly fragrances..

I want to explore every minute thing of yours,

Your weakness, your strength, your hearty shores..

Cuddling on the couch in the middle of the night,

Kissing your soul and stealing your inner sights..

I may will never ever get enough of you,

Darling, I want to touch your skin and be new..

That unlit mole on the right side of your bottom neck,

Still makes me crazy and my heart throb for a sec..

As I embellish you on my rusty canvases,

I stained myself as that golden intimate stances..



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So you left-

I am still here.

Literally numb with my thoughts,

Trying to sum up the pieces

Of me, scattered on the floor.

Trying to stand on my feet once again.

Though my brain is as heavy as ton of metals,

Still I am willing to go to that window,

with broken glasses, to see.

To see what it’s like to watch the world

With all my soul and not my eyes.

I don’t know what I am doing

I don’t know what I will do.

But, Oh Lord! give me strength

To stay alive, to live my life.

To face what comes in it’s blustering way.

And when I opened the doors of my heart

The rich and mild pieces of light-

came in my world of dreams.

I wonder if it will grow with time

I wonder if only it will stay with me forever.

I am scared yet confident

For the journey I decided to travel. 

Although silently that piece of light

is pouring some rags of hope in my heart.

YES, I am ready to live

YES, I am ready to get rid of your shits

YES, I will be that one who I want to be

YES, I will do what my heart says.

I don’t care now because I have got colored

Colored on my own, Yeah.

That’s a pure, untouched, GOLDEN.

And now I don’t need your promises anymore

Because I will be that one, strong and UNBROKEN.



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Sorry for updating this one this late! Oh God that was almost a century! hah jk. Well I hope you liked this so give it a star and don’t forget to comment your views about it. I’ll be glad! 🙂 And yeah, this whole series is dedicated to one and only one DEMI LOVATO. Love you girl! will always be a lovatic chic 😉

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A Letter to my Daughter..

The day you will enter this world you will find so many kinds of people..

But sweety, don’t be afraid of them they are just illusion…

They will judge you, they will make you feel at worse,

They will do every thing what makes you feel upset..

They will always try to ruin you and destroy your confidence..

You will face a lot of difficulties here, But don’t you give up because I’ll be there to pick you up..

I promise I’ll take care of you when you fall ill..

I promise I’ll be there to pick you up and set up your Tiara..

I’ll never pressurize you for what you don’t want to do..

Sometimes, you will find me strict on you but that will be only for you..

This world will try to confuse you in your whole life..

Some will say you look exactly like your mum..

Some will say your eyes are like your mum’s..

Some will judge you about your looks and lumps..

I want you to feel happy about yourself..

Because you’re beautiful, don’t forget that my little sunshine..

Live life to the fullest and don’t worry about the negatives..

God will take care about them, when I’m gone..

Never ever ever give up on your dreams in any way..

Because not everyone got potential to do that..

Promise me you will be what I am not today..

You will do whatever your heart says and achieve things as much as you can..

I wish you’ll miss me when I’m gone, with a smile on your face but not tears..

Because I can’t see this pretty girl crying in fears..

I will do everything what makes you feel happy, brave and revive..

Since I know how it feels to live in a grave when you’re alive…

Shadows, My Shadows..

Shadows, My shadows..

Thank you for being here, with me..

Shadows, My shadows..

Thank you for being there, when I was all alone..

Thank you for wasting your time on me..

Shadows, My shadows..

The more light came, the stronger you became..

The weaker I went, the deeper you became..

Shadows, My shadows..

Well you know, I’ve faced a lot with you..

You know the pain, you know the truth..

Shadows, My shadows..

But where were you? when it all went dark..

When there was no sign of light..

When there was only me, left behind..

Shadows, My shadows..

Where were you? When I was screaming..

In fears of dark, in fears of life..

Shadows, My shadows..

You looks so still, so pure, so mysterious..

Sometimes I think you’re just an illusion..

Illusion of image of something divine..

Or I can say ‘the dark version of mine’..

Shadows, My shadows..

Thank you for being here, with me..

Shadows, My shadows..!


From the Diary of Another Girl..

Yesterday I was going through some books of my high school and was just trying to pass the time because at night after 11 PM I feel usually bored! I don’t know if it’s just me, I can’t sleep at that time. I found some of books which I have lost that time and never knew that it was already in my cupboard from months. I found some other things like stickers which I had bought back then, some silly games which me and my friends have played on papers and other things. They brought back so many memories that I was literally smiling on the second thought of my school times and the silly things we used to do in classes. My bed became all messy which I didn’t realized at all, but it’s okay for me. I am used to it!

There was a book I finally found which I was looking for (I think), it was the book my brother brought for me when I was preparing for my BPT entrance test in Jamia Millia Islamia in early 2015. I took it out and I can’t explain how chilled my brain felt because it was really one of the best reference books I had in my previous days. It looked heavy due to some papers placed in it which were making it look more voluminous. I grabbed those papers who were torn out from a notebook and immediately I got to remembered what are they.

There was a bunch of five papers in my hand and I was literally feeling good after seeing them because the stuff written on them was belonged to one of my best friends, Ayesha. It was the collection of some poems written by her and I remember that she ripped those papers from her notebooks and gave them to me. I don’t know why she didn’t wanted to keep them, maybe they made her reminds of her past life but it’s not our topic to discuss about.

The first poem I have read was a really special one for me (and for her as well, I think!). It was written really well and I seriously love her style. Here we go for one of the beautiful works I have in front of me.


I want to Die Young..!

I want to die young,

No matter where is anything..

To find the love of heaven,

To find the peace of mind..

I want to die young,

I want to die young..!

Beyond the restrictions,

Beyond the ‘You’..

To find only me,

To find only me..

I want to die young,

I want to die young..!

To light up my world,

To light up my sin..

To heel up my wounds,

To heel up me..

I want to die young,

I want to die young..!

No matter where is anything..

For the heavens song,

I want to die young..

For the sake of loyalty,

I take a route of locality..

In the valleys of clone,

I am here alone..

I jump in the memories of past,

Which were gone so fast..

I want to stay beyond you-

beyond me..

To find only me,

To find only me..!

I will meet you there,

Where there’s no fear..!


I can’t tell you the feeling of reading some one else’s work without even knowing the story behind it. If you loved it then you just put your head up and stare at anything and just smile because you just felt something unknown which is good. I don’t know if Ayesha still writes or not but I wish she never give up on her this talent. This blog is dedicated only to her. She’s a great friend and a great human being. May God ease her life and just give what her heart wants.

I will share with you guys a series of this blog in which I will include only one poem of hers. I think it will be too long if I just write all of’em in same note. Let’s welcome a new talent in our WordPress world and I promise you guys, if this idea is going to work, I’m going to gift it’s success on her birthday!

Thank you so much for reading I hope you liked and I wonder if you guys will wait for the next one? maybe!

Bye! xoxo