six, seven, eight, nine

the black and white keys synchronize perfectly to the symphony i am playing,
they create notes that tingle my soul,
they dance as i force my fingers to run at high speed,
they know the arrival of the bumblebee,
the climax shan't be said,
i remember how the crowd cheers.

silver masquerade

Salam;
wow, it has been a while since i last updated.
i guess there's nothing much to be written and i don't want to fill my blog with rubbish. nobody cares in the end.
anyways, take care everyone.
much love. <3

this one's for you

little wish

Sarah has always wanted to become a princess. She always imagines herself in a beautiful pink gown with a sparkly tiara.
* Mommy, Mommy ! i want to be a princess * asks Sarah happily.
* You already are my dear * says Mrs. Potts
Sarah jumps merrily and cuddles with her fat Persian cat, Tommy.
Tommy feels scared and thus it runs away. 

powder

i don't like stories,
because none of them is real,
i don't like flowers,
because they remind me of dying,
i don't like gadgets,
because they make me forget about the important things,
i don't like mingling,
because i am tired of meeting the wrong people.

old album

self-respect,
every human's weapon equipped since day 1,
grows stronger as you grow bigger,
or grows weaker and then prepares to be buried.
from this shattered window's perspective,
i see that no human can be called as human if he doesn't have any self-respect.
clearly think about it. :)

extremist

Salam;

 so, yesterday, i went out with friends from school for a movie.

i don't know what was wrong with me,

but as much as i felt happy,

a little jolt of concern stabbed me. i looked at everyone and they were enjoying themselves. 

it got me thinking for a moment,

is this the kind of fun that human should indulged themselves with?