An incomplete game....

An incomplete game,an incomplete game of chess..no one can win...neither black nor white.yeah its dam useless to play and both of them know this.but still they are playing and playing..and me the game is waiting for fifty move rule to apply ...but the question is that ..whether anyone of them will claim the draw or game has to wait and wait and wait.....

An incomplete game,an incomplete game of LIFE..ANYone can win...Either black Or white.yeah its dam useFUL to play and both of them know this.but still they are NOT playing ..and me the LIFE is waiting for fifty move rule to apply ...but the question is that ..whether anyone of them will Volunteer or LIFE has to wait and wait and wait.....



There are a few players who don't like to think about the game/Life. But I don't care how small the game/Life I want to win and to win you've got to stay in the game/Life. I'd rather be running the game/Life than playing it.

The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.

~Source UNKNOWN ....

SUX

"I love it when love sighs in your ear that it's here for ever, as you turn to see it walking out the door. I love when love makes you feel like your on top of the world as your falling head long into the abyss. Yeah I love Love, but love sucks."

Love is possible?

"All men and all women are connected by an energy which many people call love, but which is, in fact, the raw material from which the universe was built. This energy can't be manipulated, it leads us gently forwards, it contains all we have to learn in this life. If we try to make it go in the direction we want, we end up desperate, frustrated, disillusioned, because that energy is free and wild. We could spend the rest of our life saying that we love such a person or thing, when the truth is that we are merely suffering because, instead of accepting love's strength, we are trying to diminish it so that it fits the world in which we imagine we live "

~ The Zahir by Paulo Coelho

RAIN..

Don't know why,In Life it happens that the person who gives you immense happiness,is sometimes the one who hurts you to an extent that you feel pity for your own self.

I love rain,love to watch the drops of rain coming to earth...but right now..the rain which i can see through my window,i am not loving it. Unlike always, the rain drops do not appear to me as bright shining dew drops anymore.

Ever tried to analyze the mechanism of rain?
These drops fall from sky to the earth taking their individuality along with them and as soon as they reach earth they lose it....to be known as water...
And we....HUMAN BEINGS....we come to earth as HUMANS..no name,no individuality, in this world we acquire our individuality through our deeds,our actions, struggle for it,and finally went up the sky...and lose it.......

We!Mortal beings..why cant we love each other?have u ever seen drops of rain fighting and hurting each other?

Man!in no way can be better than these rain drops,who lose their individuality and become ONE.Who fall to be one.Why cant we be one?
Tears are way far better than ME..at least they can get compared with the rain drops :)

~The Memoona

I Dont' Have Time !

"Avoiding the phrase “I don’t have time…”, will soon help you to realize that you do have the time needed for just about anything you choose to accomplish in life."

"Find Yourself In You"

She never thought that she would
Get her second chance
Running so far from all she's ever known
Convinced she's lost all meaning
Where did her dreams go
Still she knew that there was something more

Don't be scared, there's someone there
To say these words you need to hear


Don't let anybody tell you who you are (who you are)
It's OK to let go, you're that shooting star (shooting star)
Remember all you wished for
Believe it will be true
You will never find yourself anywhere else,
You'll find yourself in you

Sometimes people tell you
Be like me to fit in
Do you know your identity is not in them

Don't be scared there's someone there
To say these words you need to hear



Why should I measure the world
By someone else's design
Oh I won't let this fly by
Hey look over here I just found the real me
Now it's your turn to see
Now it's your turn to see


You'll find yourself in you
You'll find yourself in you

A Darker Shade of Words

Raised voices, angered expressions and bitter complaints. There were too many words spoken to make any sense. I, who always agreed, disagreed. He, who always understood, misunderstood.

It was a rotten phone call.

In utter confusion and helplessness of unexplained gestures; I asked him, “don’t you trust me?” And that’s when silence struck like a thunderbolt; the line dropped and all I could hear was a melancholic tone ___ just like the one you hear in an ICU when someone dies. Something died between us.

It was a forgotten phone call.

I sailed through empty days in sheer absence of time. Days started wearing months. That melancholy was still there each time I picked up the phone to dial his number. That constant tone and saddening fear stopped my fingers from pressing the buttons.

Then one day, the phone rang, he called me up after all those years and said,

“I don’t know.”
~ Amir Saleem