27 Oct 2011
http://www.poetick.co.uk/zaza at 9:14 PM
1 Sep 2011
I need to be free.Free me, please, from these chains of life. I need to soar, I need to fly.
zaza at 7:38 PM
10 Aug 2011
zaza at 1:03 PM
8 Aug 2011
I want some style/fashion advice. desperately.zaza at 1:08 PM
25 Jul 2011
soul in my learning curve.
i am a dreamer. i see things you dont. i can see beneath the obvious; far and beyond. but not to infinity. i will leave that for Buzz Lightyear. i have learnt that not everyone can see things the way i do, and thats fine.i am stubborn. when i make decisions, i stick to them. even though the world will tell me i am in the wrong. but i dont care, because i dont want to care. it is my decision, and mine alone. right or wrong. i make mistakes and learn from them, just like you. i am human, in case you failed to notice. behind my smile, i too carry pain.
i cannot stand men who abuse and misuse their status as 'man' - i hate people who are the worlds biggest hypcocrites, and talk about religion as if they are so pious and 'religious.' i cannot stand 2 faced people, and have learnt from my mistakes to keep distance. i have learnt that to some people, i may be a 2 faced idiot. and thats fine too.
i have learnt that there is a lot of soul and energy in my learning curve of life, and this life in my learning curve is increasing everyday. i am more aware.
and that is fine.
zaza at 9:24 PM
the one who tried to be fashionable, but never quite got it right.zaza at 7:42 PM
6 Jul 2011
The dressing table mirror,Plates, cups, saucers,
Your beloved mobile
My glass eye, your sunglasses
My camera, your framed photo
My Phillips shaver, your toothbrush
Your window, my door handle
Your nails, my teeth
The television or
The vase with the glass rose
Your laptop, my precious CD’s
Our dog’s back bone,
Darling, sweet darling,
Of all the things you could break,
Why did you break my heart?
Zainab Bhatti
zaza at 9:50 PM
I do hope I can revive my blog with words, for words are all I have.zaza at 9:42 PM
literally.
Your white vesthas a hole
on the top corner
on the right.
Your blue boxers
are hanging low
and are not
where they are supposed to go.
Theres a beauty spot
on your you know what
See?
i saw right through you.
zainab bhatti
zaza at 9:37 PM
I really like the poem 'IF' by Rudyard Kipling.zaza at 9:28 PM
I think I am back.Wounds have healed.
The pain now is distant and dim.
Like a shining star?
I think I am back.
Stronger. And I'll be here for longer.
But I am not sure.
zaza at 9:13 PM
29 Mar 2011
i wonder if you still visit my blog and leave electronic footprints.zaza at 5:42 PM
:(zaza at 5:41 PM
4 Feb 2011
and when it was time to walk away, you ran.zaza at 10:30 PM
27 Jan 2011
Taha: "i want a new brother!"zaza at 2:41 PM
26 Jan 2011
dear God.zaza at 9:04 PM
12 Jan 2011

zaza at 7:20 PM
19 Nov 2010
your time to shine.
i fought, i swore, you died and then i cried and wished i valued you more instead of just walking out the door when you needed me most as you hopped from door to door and travelled from coast to coast.there is something within me that has broken beyond repair and pain stares at me, totally aware that i can never have you and you are not there. sometimes the pain dulls down but sometimes it comes back with a vengence, teaching me a thing or two about putting myself in other peoples shoe.
sometimes i bleed and try not to pay heed to the stone that makes me stumble and fall to the floor as i crumble.
there are some things in this world that are beyond our reach and they teach us a few things and highlight the pain that this world is bound to bring.
i dont blog now but i am glad i have not shut this place down because i guess its something i can turn to when the going gets tough.
peace.
zaza at 10:49 PM
7 Oct 2010
omg. omg. omg. omg. omg. omg. omg. omg. omg.zaza at 11:45 PM
30 Aug 2010
the script!zaza at 10:39 PM
6 Aug 2010
bitch, please.zaza at 3:18 PM
30 Jun 2010
the big move
i am being a traitor and going to a different world: moving to wordpress.can i say thank you to everyone who has ever been on my crazy world here?
i will post a link up soon.
its been good,
peace.
zaza at 10:15 PM
3 Apr 2010
zaza at 1:17 AM
30 Mar 2010
the distance seemed to far for him.zaza at 11:07 PM
12 Mar 2010
its been a while so thought id drop by with a thought or two to make your mind tick.zaza at 4:03 PM
11 Feb 2010
John Mayer.GOD.
zaza at 10:59 PM
8 Feb 2010
Flowers are caressed with passionate showers
Time poses a threat with its endless hours
Misery takes a walk through my mind
Hand in hand with madness, openly unkind
Tears form and slowly solidify
Face the pain, he said, but do not cry
Those who laugh at you and criticize
Fail to see the world through your eyes
In my heart soundly sleep dead dreams
They tear me apart right at the seams
A flower of pain blossoms inside
Leaving me with remains that I try to hide
Conceal everything with a wrecked smile
Broken memories lay in a cluttered pile
I try and join them together once more
Nostalgia and heartache galore
zaza at 12:15 AM
29 Jan 2010
sometimes, to make you aware of all your blessings, God makes things go wrong.zaza at 1:00 PM
12 Jan 2010
i miss taha :(zaza at 10:40 PM
8 Jan 2010
define crazy. something that doesn't fit the norm? someone with slightly different beliefs to yours? you're crazy if you say something wrong at the wrong time, you're crazy for not agreeing with what people think, you're crazy for not having an opinion of your own. you're crazy for not caring about people yet you're crazy for caring too much. you might upset the balance by going to extremes. am i the only one who thinks its OK to be an extremist for a good cause? is it wrong to smother someone in love? is it wrong to case them in a shell and shower them with affection? i write, for writing helps me breathe. words give meaning to feelings i cant use my mouth to explain. genuine words that come from the heart are a gift from God. am i crazy that i think that way? words give meaning to drops of tears that fall. words help me gain my sanity when i feel like i have lost it all. is it wrong that my words flow whenever i feel my pain beginning to grow? there is a river of pain running through every one of us, and whoever denies that is a liar. we deal with this river in different ways but the existence of this river cannot be questioned. shoot me if i'm talking shit.zaza at 2:24 PM
7 Jan 2010
the parents are flying out to Egypt tomorrow and the sister is going back to university while i am stuck in shitty Burnley with nothing fun to do. im missing Taha already.zaza at 11:31 AM