just a thought...

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality, their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

Being Myself

I really don't think that anyone in this world knows the real me. My closest friends know me better than anyone else, but I don't think I’ve ever let certain sides of me come out around anyone except myself. I keep some feelings hidden because no one would understand, and even if they did understand, there wouldn't be anything that anyone could do to make the feelings disappear.


I would like to share few things about me which u might not know.
here it goes:

I eat tremendous amount of food, more than you can possibly imagine. I weigh 60 Kg.
No matter how much i eat i do not gain a single kg. It’s a bless or a curse depends on your point of view.

i always search new paths to reach the destination. I avoid to go on same routes again and again. (no specific reason at all).

i like girls with dark short hairs.

I’ve never fallen in love.

i don’t care much for people and yet i always complain about being lonely (or do i? maybe I’m not so good at showing it).

I hate waiting i do not possess patience and i am bit hasty in doing things.tough i am persistent and stubborn.

I have an assholes hit list. So when the time comes, I’ll know who to whack !

I’ve always had a beautiful long black hair when i was young ,but now I’m going bald. they are gonna call me the thin bald guy. THEN, I’m gonna do some serious whacking :P .

bizarre imagination

Sometimes I feel I have nowhere to go,
No one to claim, nothing to do.

I sit alone on a bench, in the abandoned park,
Lone admirer of the alluring song, sung by the solitary lark.

With no one around, I make friends with trees,
With no one to speak, I talk to the breeze.

In the day, I wander here and there,
Searching for someone who has time to spare.

In the night, I sleep as a stone,
Dreaming of those halcyon days, when I was not... alone.


composed by aqeel (a good poet and good friend)