When it was torn, it was in tatters

Open the door and let me in.

It's cold out here,

The air is thin.

My clothes are in tatters.

My scarf is torn.

I've been in there before,

But now I'm not so sure.

Deep inside my little heart aches

Counts every moment,

Every step you take.

I hear your warm voice from hear.

See your angel face with me

Is the sky inside still the same?

Because outside,

The sky changed with every step I took;

My blood is cold,

My hands are cut.

To whom you you bid farewell,

Was a girl so pure.

The one that's within me;

Has been in the street,

Has played the game.

You loved her then.

Do you love me now?

Open the door and let me in.

[I don't expect them to though.]

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Land-of-the-unnatural

I have a cat named Choti that was adopted by my family about a year ago. She never gave birth to her own kittens, in fact, as far as I remember she was never even pregnant. Recently, we got two kittens, Bhonki and Tillo [now known as Akram paindoo] from Jhang through a friend of my mother. Choti has been annoyingly feeding the kittens since they got here. Even at the moment Choti is feeding the two idiots with the loudest sounds possible from the land-of-the-unnatural, right in front of me and on my rizayee!! grrr. :[ I wish Choti had her own kids so she would punch these two leeches in their tiny squishy faces.

Hmph.

Choti- My baby girl. <3

Messiah paradox

Before tonight, the only doctors and medicine students I knew were my Phopos, Phopas and cousins and of course my dentist...[love her!!]. There is a huge number of the messiah brotherhood in my taber i.e., le famille, but I had NEVER in my life seen ass-moron-ish MBBS students as I did today on blogger. :D Funny people. I wish I could post their blog addresses here but that would be rude. There have been riots, processions, unattended patients and insensitivity to be seen on the part of doctors in Punjab. Very recently, in Punjab Institute of Cardiology, where irrespective of the people dying of cardiac diseases, the doctors couldn't hold their smelly farts and had to blow them out on the lives of people by not showing up on duties. Many similar events were seen a few days/months ago. How on Earth are these people analysed to be capable of helping the society. It's fun to see them coolly indifferent to their surroundings, not giving a 'fuck': as is mostly quoted to social conventions, being the paparazzi type and hippies during their student life, but I seriously wonder once they graduate, would they be as insensitive as they appear to be through their writings or is it just a way of venting out their academic tension.

I do pray it's the latter situation.

One of them definitely gave me a point to think and if I had not already graduated, Z and I would have spent hours dissecting her minds inside out. "Losing virginity without physical contact so you'll have only your heart to give to the loved one." Point taken as a good one but i'm still working on the technicalities of it. :P This was the only thing, which although being lewd, sounded 'sensible' among all the non-sense I read on the blogs of medicine students tonight.

This is me, Not Satan

I made friends and confided to them. I confided to them about my past, my present, my future, my aims, my desires, my deepest and darkest follies and they interpreted my life and me through it. They consoled me and preached me away from sin. They were concerned and sincere and so they called my insanity, sanity. They smiled in front of me and smirked behind me. They laughed in front of me and yawned behind me. They patted my back when I was on the verge of falling into a pit. They were happy at my success, but at my back they loathed me for what I was and what I did.

I met people who wanted to kill me. I met them and tasted sincerity for the first time because those people; my enemies wanted to kill me in front of me, behind me, at my left and at my right. They hated me whether I was sane or insane. They loathed me whether I was beautiful or ugly. I met and I learned but still I yearned for more. To see more of God’s most perfect piece of art. From inside and outside. Each time I met someone new I made a fresh discovery, a fresh start.

I learned what relationships are. What they mean and what they bring. It is advised to keep friends close but enemies closer. The reasons for the generation of this concept might be different but what my experience has taught me is that knowing your enemies better brings consolation, a consolation that there is someone that accepts you as you are. They don’t expect you to pretend or wear a disguise. In the famous cartoon series Phineas and Ferb, Perry and Dr. Doofenshmirtz, the arch enemies appeared to be the gloomiest when the nemesis Perry, hurt by the swindling of Dr. Evil refuses to be his nemesis anymore leaving Dr. Evil dejected and unhappy with a new rival. The concept of holding your enemies precious appears to be absurd but a comparison of friends and enemy often brings out a thought. The originality in the relationship between us and our enemies is way greater than between friends and us. Probably that is the reason why we often lose track of friends but never let our enemies leave our heart barren.