Talat Jehan, 15 maja 2016
A girl with deep beautiful eyes.. Deep as ocean, beautiful as sky..
A girl with pretty smile.. Beautiful curve on her face..
A girl like a open book.. Whose every page is worth reading..
She is far.. But still too close
She remains quite.. But speak a thousand words.. Through her silence.. Through her eyes.. Through her smile
She is like a breeze .. Fresh and gentle..
A girl with a crystal heart.. Clear and full of love..
A girl who is sincere.. Innocent.. Yet alone but cheerful and full of life..
Talat Jehan, 13 sierpnia 2014
Father..
Father a carer, shelter and a deep sea..
Who has all the hidden secrets and sorrows..
But never reveal those secrets just for the sake of his childrens..
He is like a strong wall, standing strong and tall..
Always ready to protect his childrens..
But when his children's are all around him, he is like a gentle breeze..
A breeze full of freshness and calmness.. Provide them with sense of security..
Father a name of fulfilling desires and wishes..
Father my Love and my real hero..
Talat Jehan, 12 czerwca 2014
The moment when you are punished for your sincerity, trust and love..
For your long term affection and loyalty..
Those heart aching words are like sword, which cuts you and hurts you..
You feel crushed like a flower..
You feel cursed like an evil..
Those actions buried us deep within ourselves..
You can breathe but no longer alive..
You have words but no one wants to listen and believe..
Your only friend and companion is your own silence..
Talat Jehan, 9 czerwca 2014
When we are forced to follow and choose the journey without their destination..
When we are pushed to walk barefooted and with wounded feet..
When we don't have choices..
When we don't have alternatives..
When clouds of uncertainty and disappointment are all around us..
But still we have to walk in a dark..
When we finally reached the door of our destiny..
But there is no key to open and enter that door..
We think we are hopeless and reached a point of no return..
Talat Jehan, 14 kwietnia 2014
We only secure our own lives..
Without thinking and taking care of others..
We only built the bridges of happiness for our own selves..
Left others behind the walls of difficulties..
Buried them deep under an avalanche of sorrows..
We live and make our own world..
Where only we and few who are around us are happy..
Rest are like misguided and lost travellers who are searching their way to happiness and inner-peace..
They are broken and shattered from inside..
But still standing tall like trees and providing shelter to others..
Talat Jehan, 31 października 2013
Blessing..
Those countless blessings which showers us everyday..
In the form of success, joy and self satisfaction..
But we humans take this beautiful message in different ways..
Some took this opportunity as a lesson, and some ignore and think as they deserve it..
And this is where greatness and prideness meets of human meets..
Prideness stays for a while..
But greatness stays forever..
Talat Jehan, 10 sierpnia 2013
Selfishness is a stage where everyone can play their role..
People can play and act without any practice and experience..
Everyone is a actor and know how to act and read their script very well..
All they want is a chance to let someone down and they are not even scared to humiliate someone..
They are masters is this game of cruelty..
Selfishness is a drama where anyone can make your cry..
Talat Jehan, 11 lipca 2013
The one he likes..The one he wants to be with..Just to spend some time..
Those few moments he would never forget..But only If he gets a singe chance or even a glimpse..
It seems difficult..But not impossible..
He fell in love with that voice, that beautiful voice..The way she speaks, is like a fresh and gentle breeze..
Voice that makes him alive everytime..He loves her loyalty and trust, even for someone else..
He respects her more because of her honesty..She must be a beautiful person..
An internally beautiful and delicate person which can enlighten his whole world.
Talat Jehan, 11 maja 2013
Hope & Light....
Hope that keep us alive..Hope that make us smile..Hope that shows us light..Hope dies, we die..Don't let your hope die..Died like a dried flower..Always watered with optimism and positivity..Let your hope connected..Connected like a train, from one point to another..It will take you to your destination, not quickly but gradually and slowly..Like a prayer, which will reach the skies, will be listened and accepted eventually..Don't let this world to break you, to make you weak..Believe in your self, just keep on walking and don't worry about the obstacles..Just keep on passing by those hurdles..It will make you stronger, strong enough even to stand alone among the crowd..Always tie yourself with the string of hope..
Talat Jehan, 31 marca 2013
The most difficult time..
The time when relationship dies..
Those people are no more around us..
But they are still alive..
They are still present some where..
But we don't want to see them..
They want to talk, because they realise their mistakes..
Those irreparable mistakes which changed the life's of others..
Those mistakes which hurt us so badly, and will takes years to be
healed..Those wounds which will remain fresh for long time..
But sadly in this world everything looks good and attractive, even the fresh wounds..
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