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| “It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. Because they were holding on to something... There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.” -Sam (LOTR) |
to the clouds she's insignificant. yet they watch her movements curiously. rain after rain they are disturbed that her tears are not as easy to dry as theirs are. |
a dream in the dream i am fifteen again. there is laughter in our eyesa dream by ~Makola94
and my hand is tightly clasped in yours. we are leaping
across the shadows and reaching out for the light. the light is warm.
we hold on longer and let go only when the sudden onrush
of water reaches out, pulling me away.
the noise pounds at my eardrums, with the salt lashing against my palms
inflicting valleys in these inky plains; wounds which do not remember how to heal.
i am cold once more.
as the hour draws near, i know the warmth can still be found. it is
in our laughter that echoes across the years;
in the smile you send my way;
in my heart that beats for pea
No goodbyes The rain was pelting down our little house by the wide brook. Everything around me was dreary and bleak. No colour was apparent in my little world… everything was black… or white. Like I was blind, or had lost the sense of taste, sound, scent, touch… and most importantly, sight.No goodbyes by ~Makola94
Tears rolling down my cheeks would not stop. They would fall, and dry there on the cold ground I was sprawled upon. Everything was so quiet that it seemed that I had died. Or maybe my ears were clogged with his words. Words which I would remember for life. Even the most painfully excruciating ones.
There were no goodbyes in my little world. Everything
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I am from Punjab I amI am from Punjab by ~arrowzee
from Lahore, Punjab.
from weddings, festivals,
and prayer calls on Friday.
I am
from the words
Allah, pride, love.
from the feeling of grief, but also of recovery.
I am
from the promise of family and country,
from "Hold your head up high," and
"God helps those who help themselves and others."
I am
from daal chawal,
warm, fresh naan,
watermelon, briyani, lassi.
I am
from neatly cut yards,
tall flowing willows,
from sparkling rivers and rocky hilltops.
I am Desi.
Pakistani.
Proud.
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God made the illusion look real
and the real an illusion.
He concealed the sea
...
and made the foam visible,
the wind invisible,
and the dust manifest.
you see the dust whirling,
but how can the dust rise by itself?
you see the foam,but not the ocean.
- Rumi 
on our aging season!
Optimism 
i am what I imagine. my very existence consists in my imagination of myself
