You will have to wake up, sooner or later! A few years down the line you will realize that you can mend anything, although right now it seem impossible... Time as they say is the best healer.. let it be...
Any relationship that comes to end, needs time. I won't say you will forget but this heart ache and bitterness will fade away after some years..
Learn to live for others, it works wonders...
Allah Subhana will show you His mercy... Keep faith in Him!
Its already been years but I still feel the same way. And Time wounds all heals.
I have faith in Allah. Thats what keeps me going on.
Am a good actor. Actually I improvised. I know the charade of a smiling happy face very well by now.
And jo mainey pichlay saal bateesi lagwayee thi really helps!
Hey actually I do have a duur ke chahcha like that, real crazy fellow... Almost anything he does turns out to be a joke for people to laugh at!;)
Its already been years but I still feel the same way. And Time wounds all heals.
I have faith in Allah. Thats what keeps me going on.
Am a good actor. Actually I improvised. I know the charade of a smiling happy face very well by now.
And jo mainey pichlay saal bateesi lagwayee thi really helps!
Hey actually I do have a duur ke chahcha like that, real crazy fellow... Almost anything he does turns out to be a joke for people to laugh at!;)
Nice to hear that and May ALLAH bless you with happiness which can fulfill all your suffering ameen
All night the knot in the shoelace
waits for its liberation,
and the match on the table packs its head
with anticipation of light.
The faucet sweats out a bead of water,
which gathers strength for the free fall,
while the lettuce in the refrigerator
succumbs to its brown killer.
And in the novel I put down
before I fall asleep,
the paneled walls of a room
are condemned to stand and wait
for tomorrow, when I'll get to the page
where the prisoner finds the secret door
and steps into air and the scent of lilacs..........
I don't reproach the spring
for starting up again.
I can't blame it
for doing what it must
year after year.
I know that my grief
will not stop the green.
The grass blade may bend
but only in the wind.
It doesn't pain me to see
that clumps of alders above the water
have something to rustle with again.
I take note of the fact
that the shore of a certain lake
is still - as if you were living -
as lovely as before.
I don't resent
the view for its vista
of a sun-dazzled bay.
I am even able to imagine
some non-us
sitting at this minute
on a fallen birch trunk.
I respect their right
to whisper, laugh,
and lapse into happy silence.
I can even allow
that they are bound by love
and that he holds her
with a living arm.
Something freshly birdish
starts rustling in the reeds.
I sincerely want them
to hear it.
I don't require changes
from the surf,
now diligent, now sluggish,
obeying not me.
I expect nothing
from the depths near the woods,
first emerald,
then sapphire,
then black.
There's one thing I won't agree to ....
my own return.
The privilege of presence ....
I give it up.
I survived loosing you by enough,
and only by enough,
to contemplate from afar.
