12 Feb 2006
Zoned Out
I stand thereIn the middle of nowhere
Tears flowing down my face
Yet I don’t feel a thing.
Eyes reflecting lost expression
Acting as homes
Homes to hopelessness, misery
I still feel nothing
Yet like a canvas painted
In shades of grey and blue
Not knowing what to believe
Who to trust
Who to love
Frozen in time,
Insensitive and thoughtless
Yet the world revolves
At a pace of its own.
Zainab Bhatti
zaza at 10:25 pm
9comments
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at February 12, 2006
Mr. Khurram said... Just do alittle BUT don't care much about world, coz it gives very little in return. *Smiles*
God bless you....-
at February 13, 2006
said... now thats some deep shit right there...
ru a poetic philosopher by any chance?-
at February 13, 2006
said...
sensitive!
the feelings are expressed very fluently!
can i quote this one???
i feel like that it is saying whatever im going through!-
at February 13, 2006
Crazed Teacher said...
uve been tagged zabstar
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at February 13, 2006
said...
HEY HEY HEY ZABSTAR!!!
Read ur prevous post..and loving the hawt stuff comment...keep up the good work!!
As for the first time we met..I remember seeing you sat on the stairs with Aishe that day too and I remember thinking, wow aishes sister is a hottie! haha
Hey whats with the deep mundane poem?? U're always so much fun and care free, or maybe that is just when u r with me..lol-
at February 13, 2006
farhaN Nocturnal said...
A riddle, an enigma, a maze are the words which we can use as an alternative to define ourselves.
A riddle, We have got clues but still we cant solve the riddle of our existence.
An enigma, We toil hard to break enigma of our lives but instead of getting through, we get into more perplex situation.
A maze,this world in which we are all stuck and try to find a way out, but infact we are traveling in a circle. It seems that there is no way out.............-
at February 14, 2006
said...
thanks all, for droppin by!
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at February 15, 2006
said...
I stand there and I feel the throbbing fear
The wounds sting as ravenous fatality sings…
Dropping tears, worldly spears, anarchy near
I trust …I bleed…. I scratch … I scream
Like a canvas tainted with blood…. I deem
I know now who to believe and who to trust
Trusting desolation,
Life’s a bitch so suffer I must…-
at February 16, 2006
zaza said...
thanksssssss this is awesummmmmm