Rabiya's World

After passing a decade Many memories do fade It'll happen ne'er so If you have a big bro Lots of laughters, lots of love His rank in life all above When her sorrows need a mend He will be there as a friend He consoles the little chap When she has much crap Whenever has a bit of leisure Will be there for her pleasure Seeing smears of her tears He becomes full of fears To share the cause when she lingers Wipes the tears with his fingers A person with the limpid thought What a blessing has she got by R.R

Many people when they sleep Get sad and even weep I'd have a single thought What was the time, the tea I got Many people when they get up Would think what is up To me will sting a bug Where is tea, where is mug?  Many people when they go Have with them, thoughts' flow In my case, I flee 'cause I forgot to pack tea Many people when they come Have their work almost done Coming becomes more strange  When I reach with tea-range Many people in the Summer  Drink juices, eat cucumber  But I close, to my knee Will be keeping cup of tea My mom shouts very extreme When she finds me caressing Supreme                                        

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...

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