I saw shannon9396's text and she کہا that we could post stuff, so here it is for everyone:)
This is just something that came to my mind a few days پہلے and stayed on the computer:P LOL... I have two stories on my spot and some poems... آپ are welcome to see them all:)
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I walk through the city, looking at the world, at the people that belong to this place! I see a old man sitting in the stairs of his house, looking to nothing and to everything… I approach him and ask what is he thinking, and with a sadness in his eyes he says:
“In my eyes and in my mind I don’t see this world… When I look at you, young one, I do not see your face! This world isn’t my own! When I look at the sky I see the sun shining through the most white clouds, almost like cotton… But when I come back to reality the clouds are no longer white, they no longer seem like cotton! They are black and the only thing I can see is the blood of those who died while I’m still alive! Loves that have gone by, while I stay here, wanting to go to them and not knowing how! So, young one… When آپ ask me what is my mind, when آپ ask me what I’m thinking… I tell آپ that I’m thinking of those who I lost, those that went to another place that I can not follow! Those who broke my heart, but I would go to them in a دل beat if they asked me to! I think of what I lost, and I think of what is still to come! I think of life and death and wait for the last one to come and take me away…”
Suddenly he stops… I look in his eyes to see what happened, but his eyes no longer shine! His face no longer has an expression and I can see that his lips released his last breath! Looking, in his mind, for death; he found it! He no longer lives in this world… His spirit is now with those who he loved!
Hope آپ liked it:)
This is just something that came to my mind a few days پہلے and stayed on the computer:P LOL... I have two stories on my spot and some poems... آپ are welcome to see them all:)
link
I walk through the city, looking at the world, at the people that belong to this place! I see a old man sitting in the stairs of his house, looking to nothing and to everything… I approach him and ask what is he thinking, and with a sadness in his eyes he says:
“In my eyes and in my mind I don’t see this world… When I look at you, young one, I do not see your face! This world isn’t my own! When I look at the sky I see the sun shining through the most white clouds, almost like cotton… But when I come back to reality the clouds are no longer white, they no longer seem like cotton! They are black and the only thing I can see is the blood of those who died while I’m still alive! Loves that have gone by, while I stay here, wanting to go to them and not knowing how! So, young one… When آپ ask me what is my mind, when آپ ask me what I’m thinking… I tell آپ that I’m thinking of those who I lost, those that went to another place that I can not follow! Those who broke my heart, but I would go to them in a دل beat if they asked me to! I think of what I lost, and I think of what is still to come! I think of life and death and wait for the last one to come and take me away…”
Suddenly he stops… I look in his eyes to see what happened, but his eyes no longer shine! His face no longer has an expression and I can see that his lips released his last breath! Looking, in his mind, for death; he found it! He no longer lives in this world… His spirit is now with those who he loved!
Hope آپ liked it:)
I saw shannon9396's text and she کہا that we could post stuff, so here it is for everyone:)
This is just something that came to my mind a few days پہلے and stayed on the computer:P LOL... I have two stories on my spot and some poems... آپ are welcome to see them all:)
link
I walk through the city, looking at the world, at the people that belong to this place! I see a old man sitting in the stairs of his house, looking to nothing and to everything… I approach him and ask what is he thinking, and with a sadness in his eyes he says:
“In my eyes and in my mind I don’t see this world… When I look at you, young one, I do not see your face! This world isn’t my own! When I look at the sky I see the sun shining through the most white clouds, almost like cotton… But when I come back to reality the clouds are no longer white, they no longer seem like cotton! They are black and the only thing I can see is the blood of those who died while I’m still alive! Loves that have gone by, while I stay here, wanting to go to them and not knowing how! So, young one… When آپ ask me what is my mind, when آپ ask me what I’m thinking… I tell آپ that I’m thinking of those who I lost, those that went to another place that I can not follow! Those who broke my heart, but I would go to them in a دل beat if they asked me to! I think of what I lost, and I think of what is still to come! I think of life and death and wait for the last one to come and take me away…”
Suddenly he stops… I look in his eyes to see what happened, but his eyes no longer shine! His face no longer has an expression and I can see that his lips released his last breath! Looking, in his mind, for death; he found it! He no longer lives in this world… His spirit is now with those who he loved!
Hope آپ liked it:)
This is just something that came to my mind a few days پہلے and stayed on the computer:P LOL... I have two stories on my spot and some poems... آپ are welcome to see them all:)
link
I walk through the city, looking at the world, at the people that belong to this place! I see a old man sitting in the stairs of his house, looking to nothing and to everything… I approach him and ask what is he thinking, and with a sadness in his eyes he says:
“In my eyes and in my mind I don’t see this world… When I look at you, young one, I do not see your face! This world isn’t my own! When I look at the sky I see the sun shining through the most white clouds, almost like cotton… But when I come back to reality the clouds are no longer white, they no longer seem like cotton! They are black and the only thing I can see is the blood of those who died while I’m still alive! Loves that have gone by, while I stay here, wanting to go to them and not knowing how! So, young one… When آپ ask me what is my mind, when آپ ask me what I’m thinking… I tell آپ that I’m thinking of those who I lost, those that went to another place that I can not follow! Those who broke my heart, but I would go to them in a دل beat if they asked me to! I think of what I lost, and I think of what is still to come! I think of life and death and wait for the last one to come and take me away…”
Suddenly he stops… I look in his eyes to see what happened, but his eyes no longer shine! His face no longer has an expression and I can see that his lips released his last breath! Looking, in his mind, for death; he found it! He no longer lives in this world… His spirit is now with those who he loved!
Hope آپ liked it:)
Really! What is your fault?
Noone taught آپ the word "we".
And the worst, noone taught آپ to use your "ego".
Like a beggar آپ are begging in front of the door of the "you".
آپ tried to discover again and again this "you".
آپ were always freakin' out when آپ heard "they".
And there were times that آپ were desperate and shouted "Him! Him!"
And آپ took a gun and started fighting.
What is your fault?