The magic of tears.,....
washing away bitterness
cute little pearls
rolling away to nothingness
Tears, a treasure so unique
always there, always ready
whenever there is a need,
to wash away unwanted emotions
Weaving a path through,
the dirt-streaked cheeks
stopping to kiss nose, mouth tongue
paying tribute to each one in turn
blackness flushed away
can see a bit of red,
*O Vitality returns!*
The magic of tears..................
i've decided that she will one day do something which will shake the world, the community. the family and EVERYONE WHO KNOWS ME, generally.
*become a nuclear physicist
*becoem a psychopath
*Invent a bomb
*become a maniac kind of Urdu poet
*become a matchmaker
*become a lollywood/bollywood actress (ugghh)
*learn kathak (always wanted to do taht)
*become a classical singer
*get married to an old shiekh and wait till he dies, so as to inherit the fortune and then marry his cute son
*do nothing. JUST marry, and have 40 kids
nice or what?!
holz are here........but where has my excitement gone....?
nothign to do...............nothing at alllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!