Floating. Falling. Failing.
Posted by: tasmay on: February 5, 2010
Emotionless, I float in this empty space, locked inside my own larva…waiting for my wings to grow.
Worthless, I hang in here…falling deeper and deeper into this self-built pit. Every other door that I tried was either locked or it led me back to the same old misery. The ocean washed away all the pretty castles I built on the sand. The images I painted…got smudged by my random brush strokes. The canvas showed nothing but a world full of mess and mixed-up colours. The tales I wrote eventually lost their flow… The tunes I made sounded like random noise on the harp.
Wherever I flew, whatever I did, I met souls better at the trade. So I just sat there and watched the show…wondering when I’d play the lead role. And that’s how I might spend all these years by just going with the flow.
The Wine of Happiness
Posted by: tasmay on: February 3, 2010
The Wine of Happiness — it has a taste so strong that it can intoxicate you to a degree where things like what, when, how and why do not matter. You become numb to everything around you. The only thing that matters is you and the source of that joy. It dazzles you. It surrounds you completely. You fly. You breathe as if you’re breathing after a long long time…like a prisoner set free.
Oh Happiness! I miss you.
Famous Failures
Posted by: tasmay on: June 24, 2009
I watch this vid whenever life knocks me down. It kinda lifts me up and gives me hope that I can do it! :D
You can do it too =)
The Leaving Song
Posted by: tasmay on: June 23, 2009
The biggest tragedy of life: to love intensely, unconditionally, faithfully, devotedly, madly…
…and feeling let down in return, for the love you loved didn’t love you back. Or maybe it did – just not enough.
What hurts? Knowing that there’s a void in your life, feeling the heartbreak caused by it, and having no control over it.
What’s even harder? Letting it go. Because that’s all you have left to love. Because you are scared of what you will lose. And you’re haunted by the aftermath of the loss. Because you promised to hold onto this love for dear life. Because you loved, you cared, and you blossomed in those moments.
And in the end, you start finding solace in the pain. You befriend it, you make room for it, you let it in, and let it destroy you.
But in one single moment of courage, you finally break free. Tears are shed, days go idle, nights are spent awake. But it wears off. Time goes by slow, but time heals you.
And finally, you sing the leaving song – “Goodbye, sweet love…”.
Taking a Break
Posted by: tasmay on: May 28, 2009
Hey Guys!
Tas-mee-yeah! is going under hibernation for a while. Will be back soon with great new posts and a fresh look!
Cheers,
Tasmay :)
I Row My Boat Alone…
Posted by: tasmay on: May 5, 2009
- In: Ramblings
- 7 Comments
Here’s something I wrote a year back. It’s pointless, but nevermind =P
Like riches turn to rags…
Like ice melts to water…
Best friends turn to strangers…
…and you’re left staring into the empty space, wondering why it had to end this way.
Losing a friend is like losing your umberella in the middle of a storm. A ‘friend’ is a hope that everything will be okay. But losing that friend, that hope, is the biggest tragedy of life…
That old song that the two of you loved, rings in your ears. With every tune a little part of your soul dies. The labels, the promises — “best friends forever”, “always together, never apart”, “you <3 me” — there used to be truth in every word.
Time changes many things. It even fades away the pictures of every moment you spent together. You question…you argue…you wrestle with your conscience. But all you’re left with are regrets…
And in the end, you have to row your boat alone.
Celebrate Zindagi
Posted by: tasmay on: August 14, 2008
I’m addicted to this Coca-Cola ad these days, the reason being its jingle. It has an absolutely amazing rhythm, and lyrics that send me into a state of deep contemplation. It really boggles me as to how we spend most of our time whining and complaining about a life that is supposed to be a blessing from God.
I once had a chit-chat with a friend about the youth of today. We were concerned over the fact that the youth these days is not at all happy with life. Find one person who is entirely content with his life; I bet you’d fail. Well, we both concluded from the conversation that we should have been psychologists =P
Life is in the little moments that we typically pass into nothingness. Sometimes we wish for too much, often we long for the non-existent. Happiness is always next to us, and we keep on ignoring this fact.
Here goes the song. You can find the video at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCPOn1e2ZtU
It has a really deep message:
Life hai khoobsurat aur years hein woh best,
Jin mein we love, jin mein we care.
Bhul jayein woh sab jis mein khoya hai bohat,
Aur rahein ab se mil kar.
*bhool jayein*
Le kar dil mein pyaar ab chalna hai aik saath,
Feel karein kyun bad? Na socho like that…
Life tou hai aakhir bohat hi haseen,
Aur rahein ab se mil kar.
*bhool jayein*
Jo hua ussay bhula ke phir se,
Jina hai ab naye jazbay se.
Rahein mil ke khush kuch dair hi sahih,
Aur hans lein — Celebrate zindagi.
Ay dil tu gaa, aur gaata hi jaa,
Listen to my song aur sab ko sunaa.
As for me, mai kehti hun…
Rahein ab se mil kar.
Life hai khoobsoOoOoOrat =D
So cheer up and celebrate zindagi! =D
Baby You Are…
Posted by: tasmay on: August 9, 2008
my sunny sky,
my favorite high,
my bed so warm,
my port in a storm,
my sweetest gift,
my emotional lift,
my best friend
until the end,
my inspiration,
my destination,
my shining light,
my day and night,
my heart healer,
my anger chiller,
my pain reliever,
my spring fever,
my gem so rare,
my answered prayer,
my heart and soul,
my life made whole,
my merry-go-’round,
my ‘up’ when I’m down,
my best chance,
my last dance,
my best shot,
my sweet kumquat,
my energizer,
my appetizer,
my morning sun,
my evening fun,
my dancing partner,
my heart’s gardener,
my source of laughter,
my ever-after,
my heaven sent,
for who I’m meant,
my burning fire,
my greatest desire,
my soul mate,
my sweet fate,
my dream lover,
my “before all others”,
my confidence,
my common sense,
my reason why…
…until I die.
- by David L. Weatherford
Dedicated to someone very special =)
The Voice
Posted by: tasmay on: June 13, 2008
- In: Ramblings
- 5 Comments
I kept on walking miles and miles in search of something that was never there. I walked across empty meadows, I sailed over ferocious waves. The questions kept erupting in my head: Where did I go wrong? Where did I lack?
Then there was a thunder above me and a distant Voice said, “You asked for something larger than life. You asked for something that your palm couldn’t hold”.
But I kept treading on the broken highway, gathering all the pungent memories of a friendship once in bloom.
I heard the Voice now and again reminding me to let it go: “The World out there is calling you. Allow yourself to shine”. The Voice took me into a trance and I dropped the sack of misery. And the pebbles that memory had gathered for me, all vanished into perpetuity.
The Voice acted like a sedative, or a sweet lullaby. Heaven was pouring down on me. I followed The Voice and it took me to a place where I always wanted to be. It took me home.
Meet BraCKet
Posted by: tasmay on: June 13, 2008
- In: D00dles
- 4 Comments
When boredom strikes me, I tend to engage myself in pointless stuff. BraCKet is one of ‘em. He came into existence one scorching summer afternoon in June. BraCKet was created by my amateur hands with the help of a cheap pencil on faded yellow pages of a notebook. Later on, he was “digitized” so that the online world could adore him, and applaud for his maker’s creativity (read: idiocy)
BraCKet is pretty cool. He is an avid fan of music and can dance to it like there’s no tomorrow. He plays basketball like Nathan Scott of One Tree Hill (yeah, this is sure to happen when you watch too much of One Tree Hill)
You give him a carrot and he’ll love you. You poke him and he’ll make it a point to turn you into an insomniac.
He loves paparazzi and hopes to become a TV star one day. Cartoon Network is where he longs to be. Who knows, he might be the next Mickey Mouse and me, the next Walt Disney =P
P.S. BraCKet is thankful to…
- MS Paint
- Tasmiyah’s Boredom
- Tehreem for getting him cute shoes with blue laces
- Walls Wala for his red cap
- Colgate Toothpaste
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