Frankly, there is something to do with what you feel or observe or even believe, but in the end It's all about how you depict!

And that's the ironic part. No matter how beautiful or wretched your feelings are, you are always, and always will remain, a slave for words.

I guess its kind of an art.

I feel like, most of us have neglected the strength.

Perhaps we are again just being human, dispossessing how easy it is to say and show our feelings...

...

We suck... occasionally.

but then we also occasionally win.

We had this re re re-match against Night Junkies, all Arabs. Very good players. And we are going to have a, yes u guessed it, a re...-match. They have advantage over us in bigger strategic maps, and we have an advantage in small Kill'em all, full throttle maps.

In less than 2 weeks we have a huge tournament to rig. More than 20 teams are gonna...

All i had to do was go to the top of Selvili Tepe, about 1090 m above sea level, and do a bloody site survey. That's all...

weather report, checked.
Telescope, checked.
GPS , checked.
Mood to work, double checked.

So i took to the mountain, once used to be lush green... its still but not like before, since the Greeks flamed most of the forestry here.

I had to stop only a few meters before my desired location, some crew was busy digging the...

Salams:
Wrote this some while ago.
Only time passed. Everything else remained the same.



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Yesterday...

I Just made it to the Jumma, perhaps just on time. Anyone who could have witnessed me do my 'wudu' could have sworn i was taped to an electric wire.

"Allah' Ho'Akbar"

"Oh sh__''... I cursed under my breath... "Fast u moron FAST...the hands, ... the masa...feet ok good to go".

So I practically ran from my position without even standing up. Yeah I know, but that's exactly what happened. And you also know u...

You are stuck in a time zone, where time is dispensable, what would you do?

Something about this question made him loose all concentration, palms all sweaty and so as his forehead. Yet again, he had to halt his journey and park at the side of the road, before he makes any fatal mistake.

He glances in his back mirror, but apart from the traffic nothing major. Perhaps he still remembers a glimpse of her when right there somewhere, she whispered this question, Back...

Eid came and went. For me it was mere, a hush. Go to the prayer some how...and that's that.

I see people finishing their prayers, I see them hugging each other, conveying their blessings on others as if a ritual; a ritual which has some feedback.

And then by the night everything's same again. We tend to believe that, what ever we 've done is history. We proclaim freedom and happiness in our present, and tend to forget our past.

What have we become? Well, it...

To THE one and only.


World's a treacherous place. People change like weather changes, everything seems to be held against us. A place where love seems to have lost it's true color, where beliefs are dwindling down the drains. It's like a pit, where deep deep down you sometimes feel the hissing sounds of snakes, waiting in captivity for their pray, waiting for you to sway and yell for them.

And while my pen makes it's marks on the chest of this paper, i feel quite...

Life twists and turns like spirals of light in the twilight zone. Sometimes you know whats going on, you are organized and prepared, and sometimes, even your most perfectly laid plans are slaughtered by this tortuous butcher, TIME.

I stand in this hollow space divided between the lands of time and conviction, and I believe I saw an image out there. Some where scattered in the horizon may be it's just a hallucination I am not aware, may be it's just one of those so called freak...

1 / 09 / 09


Peace
Even in small measure, is always fine.

Peace
Even in the most distressed of times, is always welcome.

Peace
Even when you are lost, is always on course.

Some of us spend their lives searching for it. They find it in different and sometimes unusual forms. Thus we see a form overcome another when the tides are with or against.

Some of us are just too naive, perhaps too vindictive to identify...

And so my pen deviated from it's circle of thoughts and now I find myself in this world, alone, with some faces that I know are there, they exist, but do I really know them? And in fact do they know who I AM?


People: simple world, accumulating a whole era of existence. People: for those who have swarmed earth with their invasions and victories, and who have cut into pieces and their heads off. People: the name implies that there's an existence of species defined as human being...

He's stranded.

Looking at those waves rushing towards the shore, making the sands wet, rushing like they were meant to, like there's no way back, rushing towards him, rushing like they want to tell him something. And here he was, standing aloof from everything. Here he was, with no enthusiasm or strength to move, move away from those waves, from the sand. At the very thin line, at the very vulnerable boundary of faith and fate, where he wished he stood firm like he did on the sands...

...

It's all into the rhythm...a flawless flow.

Light, we can hold it, we can break it, we can stop it from beaming, can even stop it's trajectory, but can't let ourselves aloof from the affects, can't seem to hold back, when it touches our heart and let your imagination fly, fly away.

And when you see that glow; a mixture of radiant colors, a beam so conjuring, emitting from the depths, profound and echoing, like music to your ears, like a melody to your surroundings, like...