unflinching idealism ... since 1997 archivessitemapabouthelpfeedback
ideas, identities and interactions
  • Home
  • InFocus
  • Themes
  • Columns
  • Articles
  • Fiction
  • iLogs
  • Gallery
  • Unplugged
  • Writers
  • Interactors
  • Tags
Sign in | Join Chowk
web chowk
« July 2008 »
SMTWTFS
1 2 3 4 5
6 7 8 9 10 11 12
13 14 15 16 17 18 19
20 21 22 23 24 2526
27 28 29 30 31

Recently by cUtEhIjAbI

  • sudden images
  • transition
  • birthday blues
  • No Title
  • 3 weeks and counting
  • No Title
  • came home agian
  • book of my life
  • No Title
  • No Title
  • No Title
  • No Title
  • No Title
  • No Title
  • No Title
  • a new year ... they say

iLog Categories

  • All
  • Personal
  • Fiction
  • Poetry
  • Travel
  • Work
  • Sports
  • Books
  • Movies
  • Music
  • Philosophy
  • Politics
  • Humor
  • Religion
  • Chowk
  • Other
  • cUtEhIjAbI
  • Intro & Favorites
  • iLogs
  • Gallery
  • Interacts

Posted: Mar 13, 2006 Mon 02:58 am     Views: 37   

there is no day like today
I talk in stutters
Agony of unanswered quietions began to peel
peel off in screams that bounce off my empty walls
they are not mine
these walls, nor this bed
every second get me closer to death
every second gets me closer to heaven
.... hell it my seem this human bliss of ignorance
i crave to devour of each who passes

the bliss of a life one had
life full of passion
passion of lies we all hid behind
until my door was opened
i watched how this bliss like snow it once flaked
now melt as this arrow pentrated my heart oneday
shiver of cold then swept in radiating my heart as if
it was filling these holes that reached into my soul
finding the grief i hid so well
i cried that morning in my mothers arms
not out of guilt or shame or anger
out of something more i knew that would lead me a way

this way to you
to your life... each life i didnt find
found me in time,
as i touched your ignorance of bliss
melted your throne, but created crown
a crown of your own life

but now i must leave
no more reading
no more writing

other wise i might lose
my touch for others
to get by.

to reach thier way to heaven
hell it may be
but dont worry
their is always him to believe
not me

remember that


+ add to my favorite ilogs + flag objectionable content



cUtEhIjAbI

  • Interacts: 6
  • iLogs: 73
  • Gallery: 0
  • Page views: 9355
  • Last visitor: guest
  • Member since: Mar 20 2004
  • Last signin: Sep 20 2007
  • Send a message
  • Add as friend
  • Add to ignore list
  • Add to block list

Favorite iLogs

  • My MUSIC PAGE
  • The Cup of Coffee............... an interesting article tht i came across
  • An Occult Religion behind an Islamist fascade
  • The Circus
  • Perspective

Top 5 Articles This Week

  • Popular
  • Dhokha and Being a Muslim in India
  • Why is Karachi Turning Into a Sell-Out?
  • Government Wins Manmohan Singh Loses
  • Time for Musharraf to Quit
  • Fields Of Joy
  • Featured
  • There are a Lot of Monkeys
  • White Charade
  • Words of a Woman
  • FOX News and the Smelly Shoes
  • Dilemmas of Creative Children
  • 10 Years Ago
  • Dow and NASDAQ set new records
  • Education in Pakistan: All Demand and Little Supply
  • Sex Everywhere
  • Calligraphy of Coils
  • The Essence of Islamic Banking

Write on Chowk Interact Guidelines Privacy policy Terms Contact

Copyright © 1997 - 2008 chowk.com. All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of material on any www.chowk.com pages without prior written permissions is strictly prohibited