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forsaken | Speed of Sound
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April 15, 2009 at 11:59 pm ( poetry. Being set adrift aimlessly in life as a consequence of abandonment is indeed a scary thought. The lines below illustrate a picture of a forsaken boat that no longer interests its master. The boat drifted silently in the dark water,. Gently breaking through clouds of devious mist. Ignorant of the reach of the ripples it spawned,. Oblivious to the deadly rocks it missed. The broken oars lay on the side, in agony,. On the floor of that once contented boat,. Life and time...
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Email address | My world of the unpredictable
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My world of the unpredictable. Do you have any issues with me? I love your blog! Posted 7 years, 9 months ago. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Quiet Steps | Decryption of my Mind & Heart | Page 2
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Decryption of my Mind and Heart. November 3, 2013 – 2:03 PM. A photo by Zeeshan Sattar. Promise of the Sun. October 28, 2013 – 5:35 PM. Promise of the Sun. A photo by Zeeshan Sattar. Silence after the rain, it is like hearing every goodbye ever said to you all at once. October 26, 2013 – 2:12 PM. Silence after the rain. A photo by Zeeshan Sattar. Notes from an inexplicable dream. October 25, 2013 – 6:02 PM. Notes from an inexplicable dream. A photo by Zeeshan Sattar. October 23, 2013 – 4:57 PM. Seher- Th...
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The moment before the mutiny of light where I linger in the silence of nature | Quiet Steps
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Decryption of my Mind and Heart. The moment before the mutiny of light where I linger in the silence of nature. November 14, 2013 – 4:52 PM. The moment before the mutiny of light where I linger in the silence of nature. A photo by Zeeshan Sattar. Laquo; Molten Sapphire. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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ThOuGhTs MaRtiNi: September 2012
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A sip from my life. Saturday, September 22, 2012. What interests you more? The comeback, or picking up the old fragments of what you were years back? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Here I spill the beans, crack the nuts about myself. Its just an outlet. I have got to scribble somewhere.Why not here? View my complete profile. Birds of the same feather. The Habit Guide Ebook: My Most Effective Habit Methods and Solutions. What We Remember (feat. Downloadable Masters Essay).
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ThOuGhTs MaRtiNi: January 2009
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A sip from my life. Tuesday, January 20, 2009. Sorry people for this long an absence from the arena. Actually all my ideas have dried up and my thoughts have locked themselves in some closet. How can someone spill with an empty stomach? But much like those waves that hit the shore and return to the sea.I keep resurfacing and vanishing. While Obama churns out his rhetoric speeches day in and day out ( God! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Birds of the same feather.
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ThOuGhTs MaRtiNi: April 2009
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A sip from my life. Saturday, April 18, 2009. Written on April Fool's Day! The page was lying lonely, blank. Until I decided to play a little prank! Back then on that day, it sounded stupid and just made-up. On a second read ( in fact several! Poets always love their own creation.:P), I think fate metes out the same treatment to each of our barren lives. It always comes up with something that would knock you off, stir you back to action. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Words are not enough.
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ThOuGhTs MaRtiNi: February 2009
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A sip from my life. Friday, February 20, 2009. 1 Were you named after anyone? No Mom was doing her masters in sociology and I happened. She and her friends sat down and christened me over a cup of tea and samosas. A name to carry all my life was given to me in an evening roost. The word, as mom explains, kept recurring in her textbooks.it just got stamped on me. 2 When was the last time you cried? 3 Do you like your handwriting? 4 What is your favorite lunch meal? 5 Do you have kids? 7 Do you use sarcasm?
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ThOuGhTs MaRtiNi: August 2009
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A sip from my life. Sunday, August 16, 2009. Am I obsessed with myself? I only dish out angry, silly rants that no one even bothers to entertain. I am tired of writing about myself now. For a change, I want to stop patronizing all of you with conceited shit. Now, I would offer everything under the sun but myself. A philosophy is not philosophy if every one swears by it. All of you are encouraged to halt my train of thoughts and opine in whatever way you can. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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ThOuGhTs MaRtiNi: May 2009
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A sip from my life. Tuesday, May 19, 2009. Fare forward, Voyager. I am only a shadow of what I used to be. Anger, Jealousy, hopelessness is turning me diabolic. All of you would pour sympathy on me and drench me with your concerns. Or even leave me unscathed inside the refuse of my own being. I am retiring from everything. In the lookout for my lost soul. Till I find everything that eludes me now, I won't return here. A prolonged wait in store? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).