Kurbaan.

Dua hai meri, har rooh ik jism ko.
Dua hai meri, wajahat do iss shaqs ko.

Yaadein hai unki, laachar gawaah huin.
Yaadein hai jiski, unke gunaah par sartaaj huin.

Unke kalme ke dum par, zinda laash huin.
Unke karm ke aks par, aaj huin.

Gumnaam hai koe, mohabbat ke qaabil nahi.
Gumnaam hai jo, qabool hai uski nafrat sahi.

Rehmat khuda ki, din-e-bahaar thi.
Rehmat khuda jo, raat mein bhi veraan thi.

Inn janzeeron ki main, mehmaan huin.
Inn janzeeron ko main, phek badnaam huin.

Kabool hai mujhko, har saza har ashiyaana.
Kabool hai mujhpar, har daga, unka fiqrana.

Qayamat ke woh, ghalib hi sahi.
Qayamant pe woh, kurbaan har kahien.

Siqaalat mein azaad, hazaaron tukre huin.
Siqaalat se azaad, wajid mein mast huin.

PS. That's the best I can do at 3.35am.

Meanings of some certain words?

Rooh - soul
Wajaahat - respect/dignity/beauty
Gawaah - witness
Gunaah - sin
Sartaaj - one with a crown..or rather, a crown itself
Kalme - word of god
Karm - deed
Aks - hatred
Gumnaam - anonymous
Rehmat - compassion
Janzeeron - chains
Aashiyaana - (here) a house made up of glass
Daga - to deceive
Qayamat - Judgement day
Ghalib - dominant/victorious
Siqaalat - burden
Wajid - creator

Gloom Blues

I've no clue what to write.
Lost interest? Completely.
Gosh, I cried so much. I'm such an idiot. Kill me? Yes, please.
Life's horrible at the moment. The movies I watch makes it worse. I wanted to write about Parineeta and Ishaqzaade, like in a critic-way..but well, I don't wish to do that, either, now.
It's 2.50am. Why the fuck am I still up? Freaking hell, I'm unable to sleep! I don't feel anything. Or even if I do, it's the unjust gloom.
Anyway, that's about it. I don't wish to continue this damned thing anymore.
Toodles.

All in my head.

Weird that I'm listening to Portuguese music. o.O
But still, this song's pretty Epic.

I want to scream, like literally. My head hurts, it's like this weird hurtful sensation in my head every night, like it's gonna explode, like there's something crawling. Maybe, it's my thoughts that hurt, but whatever, it feels real, and it's so fucking hard to sleep. Why in hell am I not able to sleep? Nightmares..been months since I had any, but they're back again. Everything's back again. The gloom, above everything.

I've my results tomorrow, most probably, and seriously, I can cry to death. So freaking scared! Everybody's expecting so much out of me, but the truth is, I've no clue how I did.
English went good, yes. Science was okay, I guess. Maths was, well, I should pass. Hindi wasn't that nice, as far as I remember. Social Science wasn't too good, either.

If I score bad, it's the end. 'Cause apart from proper studying, I don't see much to do in my life anymore.
I need to get into a good school, do college, apply for foreign services (I guess, that'd be the best. I won't have time for relations and I'd still get to see most of the world, make money, adopt kids and I'd be able to continue writing).
So, well, that's my dream, waiting to be pursued, only if it all goes well tomorrow.

why does love always feel like a battlefield. :3

Love?
Well, it's a beautiful feeling. A feeling of being alive for a reason. What goes wrong? Why can't it all go back to like it was? We make promises, we forget about them. We try so hard to be what we used to be, but we fail at that. Memories, that I'd treasure. Pain? It's ironical to even think about it.
What comes as a surprise to me is the fact, that my love was my muse. I'm failing at trying to express myself, right. Loosing words, loosing meaning, loosing the sense of still being alive.
And yet, I'm too fatal, or rather, too naive to think right. Maybe, the decision of not going back is right for me, considering, I wouldn't get hurt again. But, well, it all appeared to be worth it? The pain, the lies, the hurt, the love, the laughter and the smiles, all of it. Why now? Why is it the end?
Love feels like an over-sized t-shirt, which I grew fat into. :/ The fuck!

Argh!

Why should I give you another chance? Probably the 100th fucking chance! Why the fuck? Why do YOU deserve it? So you can go on hurting me more? Continue making a fool out of me? Oh, why, thankyou, BUT NO.
I'm responsible for my own feelings, and trust me, I can kill them as soon as they appear. I don't care anymore. - For real. Do whatever pleases you, just stop coming around saying 'sorry' when you're going to make the same mistakes again 'cause it's done. OVER IT.

I'm a chameleon like that. xD

One Fine Noon.

Slowly Drifting Away.

Further More.

And there it is.."I call myself a chameleon".

Probably, it's wife. :3

When you live near a forest, you come across weird creatures. And to be honest, these things do make me feel happy sometimes. Why? Not everybody gets to see how amazingly creative god is and how exceptional he has been while creating each and every creature/organism.
God's a painter. :)

Hotel for Dogs.

This movie, starring Emma Roberts (Sally from The Art of Getting By) , Jake T.Austin (Max from Wizards of Waverly Place), Kyla Pratt (Maya Dolittle from Dr. Dolittle), Johnny Simmons (Young Neil from Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World), Troy Gentile, Lisa Kudrow (Phoebe from Friends) and Don Cheadle (Basher from Ocean's Thirteen), is about this group of 5 kids, rescuing all of the dogs in their neighborhood from the eyes of the Animal Control Squad.

While running away from the police one day, Andy and Bruce with their dog, Friday, discover a hiding place where they find 2 more dogs. Basically, this place's a closed old hotel..which they reform into a hotel for dogs, eventually. They rescue bazillion dogs, go through a lot of trouble and not to forget the fact that their parents died, which makes it hard for them to sneak out from their foster home and a lot of other stuff. Still, the best part, the DOGS.


For someone like me who ADORES pets, Hotel for Dogs = EPICness.
I've had 9 dogs, a parrot, 2 rabbits, a turtle, fishes..and I guess, that's about it?

 a bad foster mother, there. :3

PS. There's an actual luxury hotel for dogs in Australia (Epic much?)
Link - Paw Paws | Lucky Pet Care*