Rabiya's World

I wanna land my all thoughts,all feelings,all emotions on a page in only 4-5 lines which are being born in my mind for loooong long time. You can say it my bad luck that there's nobody who is still my friend. I have been searching for a friend who is immortal, since my childhood. There's a thing!!! If I replace #nobody with #nothing, its of course right. I made two friends 5 years ago. As it happens, one and half year passed in understanding on another. They both loved each other and I loved them. With the passage of time, they thought me #non-serious and both of them left me alone... It is because I loved them,they don't... Our friendship was mortal but their friendship is still immortal and'll remain so... I know na... Because they are #pen &page.... As the friendship broke up, I can't do,that I wished in first lines... And now I just wanna say Oh! my mortal friendship!!!!

During midnight, The annoying clock striking 12 Then 1 and 2,3,4 and finally 5 Throughout the year, The light of bulb, The silent surroundings, The storm of thoughts, The stuffed mind, The stuck tears, The blurred vision, The deserted happiness, The glowing grief, The silent shrieks, The hatred for life, The love for death, The continuous pessimism, The wait for eternal life and #Yaad-e-Maazi...

He is not even this much strong that I can weep in his lap

Rabbia.......... Rabbiaa......... Rabbiaaa........ When he says so,calls me so,it seems this voice is coming from some sacred heart... The heart of my Sacred love....The holy heart of him.... Damn proud of him... But I can't say him in words...

You can never feel the lamentation and mourning behind the sight which is stuck in the mug of tea during night. Believe me! I can't describe the jumble of thoughts and sounds pricking and battering my mind,battering it with a hammer may be.......or even more stronger than a hammer! At that time,it seems that the soul is coming out of the lean body. OR Body wants to get rid of such damaged soul!There are a no reasons behind this shit,the Mourning that I won't share with you miss Rabbia....

A writing is born of the brain and heart of its creator. He/She has put him/herself into its words which partake of his/her life and instinct with his/her individuality. That writing means the writer is always in the words with heart and soul!!! So that's not a blah blah yaar... Chill