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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 18:13:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>acrostic</category><category>li'l heart</category><category>urdu poetry</category><category>for her</category><category>mothers</category><category>return</category><category>shikayat</category><category>me</category><category>blind</category><category>pride</category><category>my love</category><category>thoughts</category><category>death</category><category>poetry</category><category>haikus</category><category>pakistan</category><category>dedication</category><category>disappearance</category><category>love</category><category>illsuion a poet</category><title>IdraaK !</title><description>beneath the body there lies my ideas.. haqiqat se kuch dur.. La-shaur k pass</description><link>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Idraak" /><feedburner:info uri="idraak" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-2199981952290145691</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T18:40:27.812+03:00</atom:updated><title>thakan…</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Bohat be-rabt batain hain,    &lt;br /&gt;Ajab shikway shikayat hain,     &lt;br /&gt;Na waqt sanjha hai,     &lt;br /&gt;NA qurbat ki talab ab hai,     &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi sab ki uljhi hai,     &lt;br /&gt;Kiun phir sirf hum ne socha hai,     &lt;br /&gt;Han wazan to khud he uthana hai,     &lt;br /&gt;So na naraz tum se hain,     &lt;br /&gt;Na he khud se roothay hain,     &lt;br /&gt;Pr kia karain bhai,     &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ka waqt thora hai,     &lt;br /&gt;Hum isse darte hain,     &lt;br /&gt;Hum isse harain hain!!!     &lt;br /&gt;So ab se jahan b raho tum,     &lt;br /&gt;Jeete raho or khush raho tum,     &lt;br /&gt;Ab yehi soocha hai…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-2199981952290145691?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/pYcgsnl7epY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/pYcgsnl7epY/thakan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2010/07/thakan.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-1853141607403402473</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T15:51:08.397+02:00</atom:updated><title>LONELY..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Loving the sky,   &lt;br /&gt;On a trip to joy,    &lt;br /&gt;Needs to lie,    &lt;br /&gt;Each day I try to,    &lt;br /&gt;Live and fly,    &lt;br /&gt;Yell and enjoy up above the sky!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-1853141607403402473?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/a7ny3y-_Pv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/a7ny3y-_Pv4/lonely.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2010/02/lonely.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-681915374670073546</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T16:33:51.654+02:00</atom:updated><title>…</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I lost the fear,   &lt;br /&gt;of losing you again,    &lt;br /&gt;As once was enough for me,    &lt;br /&gt;Of what I had,    &lt;br /&gt;I no longer wish to see your face,    &lt;br /&gt;Neither I crave for your presence,    &lt;br /&gt;I am brave and I can go along,    &lt;br /&gt;Its just something with my eyes,    &lt;br /&gt;They water ever since,    &lt;br /&gt;I pass the pathways once we shared,    &lt;br /&gt;Its just they have something,    &lt;br /&gt;That made tears from my eyes roll away..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-681915374670073546?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/6-tvyVFvTbo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/6-tvyVFvTbo/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><thr:total>29</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-1798116129466754419</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jan 2010 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-16T15:47:19.844+02:00</atom:updated><title>Mumkina’at!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mujhe tu apni he khabr naheen ab,   &lt;br /&gt;So kia tum se poochon main,    &lt;br /&gt;Naheen andaza ab waqt ka aur,    &lt;br /&gt;Thakan bas humsafar si hai,    &lt;br /&gt;Naheen koi majbori,    &lt;br /&gt;Nah he ab zaroorat hai,    &lt;br /&gt;Safar mushkil tu hai likin,    &lt;br /&gt;Umeed e sehr sath leli hai,    &lt;br /&gt;Ab koi naheen hai saath,    &lt;br /&gt;Na humdard na he humraz,    &lt;br /&gt;Faqt main tanha hon,    &lt;br /&gt;Jhurmat main seyahi k,    &lt;br /&gt;Na jane subhu kab hogi,    &lt;br /&gt;Naya koi chand nikle ga,    &lt;br /&gt;Har ik raat akhri hai,    &lt;br /&gt;Umeedon ki siskiyan aur main,    &lt;br /&gt;Chandni sar par sai’ban ban k chahyi hai,    &lt;br /&gt;Abhi to mukmal zaat hai likin,    &lt;br /&gt;Jab tum tanha ho jao ge,    &lt;br /&gt;Or hum yad ayenge,    &lt;br /&gt;Tu ansoon ka rela bahar ayega,    &lt;br /&gt;Ussay tab rok lena tum,    &lt;br /&gt;suna hai jo bhi jata hai,    &lt;br /&gt;wapis phir naheen ata,    &lt;br /&gt;Mera jana zarori hai,    &lt;br /&gt;Tumhara rukna naheen mumkin!&lt;/p&gt; 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display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="0367" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SyZTAw_OWyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XOBJGTSVFlQ/0367_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Tmhain kis ne kaha hai ye,     &lt;br /&gt;K main bhool payi hon,     &lt;br /&gt;Ghalat fehmi hai tumhari bas.     &lt;br /&gt;Na koi naya rasta talasha hai,     &lt;br /&gt;Na koi simt teh ki hai,     &lt;br /&gt;Ik jag hasai pe bas ankhain bheegi hain,     &lt;br /&gt;Meray dil ko yad hai tum ne,     &lt;br /&gt;Jis lamhay tora tha, laho ka ghusl dia tha,     &lt;br /&gt;Han bas us din he roi thi,     &lt;br /&gt;Par kahan jante ho k phir main kab soi hun,     &lt;br /&gt;Tamsha ban gayi thi main,     &lt;br /&gt;Bari thi hoi jag hasai bhi,     &lt;br /&gt;Main ik bar phir se lauti thi,     &lt;br /&gt;Umeed e wafa lekar teray shehr ayi thi,     &lt;br /&gt;Par wahan pohnchi to khabr ye suni main ne,     &lt;br /&gt;Tmaharay shehr walay,     &lt;br /&gt;Kisi or to tum se mansoob hain kar bethay,     &lt;br /&gt;Na phir junbish hoi ghanton,     &lt;br /&gt;Na main sans le payi,     &lt;br /&gt;Akaili main bhara majma’n,     &lt;br /&gt;Kharaba dil gaya lamha,     &lt;br /&gt;Na phir laut payi main na ruk kabhi payi,     &lt;br /&gt;Jo rasta teh kia mil kar,     &lt;br /&gt;Ussi pe hum bechar aye,     &lt;br /&gt;Wo rukhsat akhri thi apni,     &lt;br /&gt;Teray shehr main na phir kabhi aye!!&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;I always wanted to be sure,    &lt;br /&gt;Of everything I had and everything I do,     &lt;br /&gt;I each time put a step forward,     &lt;br /&gt;I did it with passion and so much effort,     &lt;br /&gt;With certainty to win and no hopes to lose,     &lt;br /&gt;But then one day,     &lt;br /&gt;I felt as if my feet’s are somewhere down,    &lt;br /&gt;Deeper then I could imagine,    &lt;br /&gt;Heavy and fatigue,    &lt;br /&gt;I tried hard with all my strength,    &lt;br /&gt;But nothing helped,    &lt;br /&gt;And then I remember the God of mine,    &lt;br /&gt;HE who created me once,    &lt;br /&gt;With a certainty of nothing but my return,    &lt;br /&gt;I felt the path was easy,    &lt;br /&gt;Though my feet still pained,    &lt;br /&gt;But a wave then came,    &lt;br /&gt;I took away the sand and my hostage feet,    &lt;br /&gt;They were set free,    &lt;br /&gt;Nothing changed,    &lt;br /&gt;The sea still was calm and waves were same,    &lt;br /&gt;But I was different,    &lt;br /&gt;The belief was born-again…&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Mujhe abhi bhi dard hota hai,     &lt;br /&gt;
Par main aj bhi isko zahir yun naheen karti,      &lt;br /&gt;
K itnay baray jahan main sunaon kisko bhala apni,      &lt;br /&gt;
Yahan to hal wo hai k,      &lt;br /&gt;
Guzar jain jo chand log to afsos bhi bhari hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Koi mar jaye to ab giran na dil pe guzarta hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Na zara afsurdgi ch'hati hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Jahan zinda rehnay walon ko saza jeenay ki milti hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Or marne walon ko ,      &lt;br /&gt;
Bhala unka kia tazkira karon main,      &lt;br /&gt;
K wo begunah lashain kafan ko he tarasti hain,      &lt;br /&gt;
Lahoo main doobi hoi lashain,      &lt;br /&gt;
Wo piyaron ki ah’hain or sadain,      &lt;br /&gt;
Main jab yeh sab sunti hon,      &lt;br /&gt;
To ansoo poonch kar apne,      &lt;br /&gt;
farsh se kuch bulndi par asman se zara agay,      &lt;br /&gt;
Ik nighah e dard k hathon,      &lt;br /&gt;
Pegham e ilteja rakh kar hawaon k naam karti hon,      &lt;br /&gt;
K dukh unke baray honge jinke apne gaye honge,      &lt;br /&gt;
MALIK! to unko sabr ab dena,      &lt;br /&gt;
Or hosla bakhsh kar hisar apna zara karna,      &lt;br /&gt;
K wo ashk ankhon main samaye,      &lt;br /&gt;
Teri imdad k muntazir honge,      &lt;br /&gt;
Mera kia hai?      &lt;br /&gt;
Main aglee bar apni phir hajat minmina dongi,      &lt;br /&gt;
Abhi unki sun le to jinhon ne lashain uthayi hain,      &lt;br /&gt;
Lahoo main dobay piyaro'n ki qabrain banayi hain,&lt;br /&gt;
Aye Allah ab rehm ho in par,      &lt;br /&gt;
Dukhon k ye satye hain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;- illusiOn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I was depressed like every other time in start the theme was different but as I wrote it eventually turned to a different destination..     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-8772831218691698066?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/FU_t4TnuhZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/FU_t4TnuhZ0/dard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/dard.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-7681927761320183412</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T22:34:24.562+02:00</atom:updated><title>Umeed e Subh!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SyADmx0fwYI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ChEN0Ieyw_Y/s1600-h/0461%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="0461" border="0" height="156" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SyADo0u3wVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QOMnm_9Yp8g/0461_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="0461" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;Abhi ye raat baqi hai,     &lt;br /&gt;
Meri sanson main bhi rawani hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Magar kal jab yeh chand mujhe se mun mor kar,      &lt;br /&gt;
Kis or dais main ja tu’lu hoga,      &lt;br /&gt;
Main us waqt se darti hon,      &lt;br /&gt;
Jab koi raat akhri hogi,      &lt;br /&gt;
Libas e kafn urh kar main,      &lt;br /&gt;
Phir nayi subh yun dekhon gi,      &lt;br /&gt;
K kuhram e fugh’an,      &lt;br /&gt;
mere charon tarf brpa hoa hoga,      &lt;br /&gt;
Mera dil dob jata hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Bas ye anjam sooch kar he,      &lt;br /&gt;
Kaise samna hoga kia mera muqam hoga,      &lt;br /&gt;
Kia wo bakhshnay wala tab mehrba’n hoga,      &lt;br /&gt;
Mera dil doob jata hai anjam e bewafai par,      &lt;br /&gt;
Jo na dooba judai par wo khhon roota hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Ussay shanasai par,      &lt;br /&gt;
Mujhe phir dar sa lagta hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Ankhain band karne se,      &lt;br /&gt;
Thakan se chor hokar bhi,      &lt;br /&gt;
Main garm bistar par narm takiye par,      &lt;br /&gt;
Khuwabon ki chah lekar ankh band karti hon,      &lt;br /&gt;
To anjam yad ata hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Wo sari ankahi batain, wo sari ghalat fehmi,      &lt;br /&gt;
Wo jhagra wo badtameezi wo sab yad ata hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Mera dil kan’p jata hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Or wo Mehrba’n mujhko har bar maaf karta hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Neend ko naam wo mera ik naya pegham deta hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Zehn ko doob janay ka samaan deta hai,      &lt;br /&gt;
Umeed e subh thama kar wo mujhe inaam deta hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;- illusiOn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-7681927761320183412?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/ONnXVriMuHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/ONnXVriMuHo/umeed-e-subh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SyADo0u3wVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QOMnm_9Yp8g/s72-c/0461_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/umeed-e-subh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-1962318764933735430</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T20:18:27.360+02:00</atom:updated><title>Jise main chor aya tha..</title><description>&lt;span style="color: #008040;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sx_d9cM-uMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AjAjuWd8IKA/s1600-h/images%20%282%29%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="images (2)" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sx_d_OfM0iI/AAAAAAAAAss/tCUEsdb5P80/images%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="images (2)" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #008040;"&gt;Waqt ka takaza tha,     &lt;br /&gt;
Jisse main chor aya tha,&lt;br /&gt;
Wo abhi tak akeli thi,&lt;br /&gt;
Usay to bhol jana tha or agay bharna tha,&lt;br /&gt;
Magar ye kia hoa k main,      &lt;br /&gt;
Ab k jo us taraf aya&amp;nbsp; Khara usko waheen paya,      &lt;br /&gt;
Wohi be-rbtgi si thi wohi andaz thay uskay..,      &lt;br /&gt;
Wohi tevar puranay waheen atkay se ansoo thay,      &lt;br /&gt;
Na janay kiun aas lagay wo khari waheen thi,      &lt;br /&gt;
Pata to usay bhi tha mujhe naheen lut kar ana,      &lt;br /&gt;
Meri manzil to agay thi bas saath he chotna tha,      &lt;br /&gt;
Jab main tasleem kar betha to wo kiun mehv-e-intezar thi,      &lt;br /&gt;
Jise main chor aya tha ussi ki yeh kahani thi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008040;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-1962318764933735430?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/Aqy6Cap4vbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/Aqy6Cap4vbw/jise-main-chor-aya-tha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sx_d_OfM0iI/AAAAAAAAAss/tCUEsdb5P80/s72-c/images%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/jise-main-chor-aya-tha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-3137385894876542034</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T18:55:28.880+02:00</atom:updated><title>Ajeeb</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria" color="#008080"&gt;Ajeeb dasht hai k ,     &lt;br /&gt;Zakhum alood jigar hai,      &lt;br /&gt;Babool jaise bana raha hai,      &lt;br /&gt;Nishan meri shikasta roh pe,      &lt;br /&gt;Main jiyon kaise,      &lt;br /&gt;Or maron main kiun kar?      &lt;br /&gt;Magar is shikasta’s roh se koi to poochay,      &lt;br /&gt;Koi to samjhaye,      &lt;br /&gt;Meri roh k zakhum hain aise,      &lt;br /&gt;K kar rahain hain jism ko \ghayal,      &lt;br /&gt;Main mar rahi hon na jee rahi hon,      &lt;br /&gt;Zakhum zakhum hon bas,      &lt;br /&gt;Lahoo lahoo hoi hun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-3137385894876542034?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/9bVSOMT8h7U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/9bVSOMT8h7U/ajeeb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/12/ajeeb.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-2410331989782940645</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T19:10:05.258+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Restless!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Leelawadee" color="#004040"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SxP8U3E317I/AAAAAAAAAsE/sE8JBUSLqKU/nfn4.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img title="nfn" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="nfn" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SxP8aABb-AI/AAAAAAAAAsI/wCmpqeAVgOQ/nfn_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Tired are my hands,       &lt;br /&gt;Emotionally I failed,       &lt;br /&gt;Its just the platinum of my courage,       &lt;br /&gt;On which I stand,       &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be like you,       &lt;br /&gt;Run away from the window,       &lt;br /&gt;As sorrow enters from the gate,       &lt;br /&gt;But do you think even,       &lt;br /&gt;if I follow your foot prints,       &lt;br /&gt;Will that&amp;#160; make me,       &lt;br /&gt;Happy ever after again???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Leelawadee" color="#004040"&gt;- illusiOn ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-2410331989782940645?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/uA_1uVgCIXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/uA_1uVgCIXE/restless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SxP8aABb-AI/AAAAAAAAAsI/wCmpqeAVgOQ/s72-c/nfn_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/restless.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-9001176194372458363</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T18:35:50.993+02:00</atom:updated><title>RECALL..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SxPz6GPArYI/AAAAAAAAArw/BXU2Mfff0Sw/s1600-h/923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="92" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="164" alt="92" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SxPz9mdS4vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/yZxtQzHMFic/92_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font face="Narkisim" color="#ffffc1"&gt;Being apart from each other,      &lt;br /&gt;It was easy yet and a convenient choice,       &lt;br /&gt;Made by you and approved by me,       &lt;br /&gt;And now we both are towards our,       &lt;br /&gt;Different destinations!       &lt;br /&gt;Its fine with me but it hurts,       &lt;br /&gt;When each morning I see my pillow,       &lt;br /&gt;Wet and&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Narkisim" color="#ffffc1"&gt; stained,      &lt;br /&gt;I hate myself why do I miss you?       &lt;br /&gt;It gets worst when dawn falls,       &lt;br /&gt;And I go somewhere,       &lt;br /&gt;Where you memories lies too,       &lt;br /&gt;I get mad on my companion,       &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be mad at you,       &lt;br /&gt;As when you were going,       &lt;br /&gt;Taking things with you,       &lt;br /&gt;You tooth brush, your clothes shoes and accessories,       &lt;br /&gt;Why you forget them,       &lt;br /&gt;Didn't took them with you,       &lt;br /&gt;The memories we shared with in past few years,       &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to rewind,       &lt;br /&gt;Here, take these with you,       &lt;br /&gt;Live them and feel how it is,       &lt;br /&gt;When every day you get up,       &lt;br /&gt;With a hope that you will live again,       &lt;br /&gt;But with pillow that is wet and stained..       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Narkisim" color="#ffffc1"&gt;- illusiOn ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-9001176194372458363?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/ZG_v9LxKAh8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/ZG_v9LxKAh8/recall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SxPz9mdS4vI/AAAAAAAAAr0/yZxtQzHMFic/s72-c/92_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/recall.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-2429046226978526757</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T19:54:54.092+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Love, Again! ²</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SwLjZCAWwcI/AAAAAAAAArA/wh0jCkY_RrM/s1600-h/Missing_by_Kaotika5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Missing_by_Kaotika" border="0" alt="Missing_by_Kaotika" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SwLja0gU-6I/AAAAAAAAArE/Fnr4b6nwbfE/Missing_by_Kaotika_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I met her again near the lake,    &lt;br /&gt;This time me sad and she felicitous,     &lt;br /&gt;I was burning with every breath I take,     &lt;br /&gt;Cigarette flames were the only light,     &lt;br /&gt;Silence as the only agonist among us,     &lt;br /&gt;Darkness was our only guide,     &lt;br /&gt;And then she shed the tears of love,     &lt;br /&gt;For one she loved and the one she had,     &lt;br /&gt;Her cries were loud deep in pain,     &lt;br /&gt;But what to do when the eyes rain,     &lt;br /&gt;Oh! how could I stop her and cease her pain,     &lt;br /&gt;As I was the reason , the hard-hearted Cain,     &lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her of all I faced,     &lt;br /&gt;I grieve on what I caused,     &lt;br /&gt;But my girl knows,     &lt;br /&gt;Things were beyond my reach,     &lt;br /&gt;She yelled and I heard her screaming,     &lt;br /&gt;I heard her and I turned,     &lt;br /&gt;Glared as if I heard all wrong,     &lt;br /&gt;How this could happen, my world seems fallen,     &lt;br /&gt;I felt like dying, dying all in,     &lt;br /&gt;I stared her face from forehead to her nose,     &lt;br /&gt;And her lips, yes those rose red lips,     &lt;br /&gt;That I once kissed,     &lt;br /&gt;They opened wide as if they wish to smile,     &lt;br /&gt;I cleared my throat and my watering eyes ,     &lt;br /&gt;I wiped them off as she was about to forgot,     &lt;br /&gt;Who I was,     &lt;br /&gt;I went near by with a wished to clutch her tight,     &lt;br /&gt;So that I could fly up light but how could I when,     &lt;br /&gt;’ She was in LOVE again ’!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- illusiOn ©&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S( Its my first story in poetic way, just a try.. suggestions and corrections.. r welcum..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-2429046226978526757?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/nRJRVDNI0Aw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/nRJRVDNI0Aw/love-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SwLja0gU-6I/AAAAAAAAArE/Fnr4b6nwbfE/s72-c/Missing_by_Kaotika_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-4543521881258094277</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T17:56:09.161+02:00</atom:updated><title>‘ I ’ ..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SwF2Eiv6wnI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7YiCTQhnmmI/s1600-h/0042%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0042" border="0" alt="0042" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SwF2F-nL5YI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_0ikKMvAB2M/0042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to wear the dress of silence,    &lt;br /&gt;I want to be quite now,     &lt;br /&gt;As I no more can shout with a choked throat,     &lt;br /&gt;I seek an escape yes! I want to run,     &lt;br /&gt;I want to jump up and fly high,     &lt;br /&gt;I want to discover the world and hide,     &lt;br /&gt;It was never about ‘you’,     &lt;br /&gt;Yes! it was never about ‘us’,     &lt;br /&gt;All revolves around me,     &lt;br /&gt;It’s always about ‘I’..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-4543521881258094277?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/QmQAhvA-tqk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/QmQAhvA-tqk/i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SwF2F-nL5YI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_0ikKMvAB2M/s72-c/0042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/11/i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-5907064412960259210</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T20:42:14.619+02:00</atom:updated><title>Let me..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sunh_2UhIlI/AAAAAAAAApw/v5KF8oVTzO0/s1600-h/knots%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="knots" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="207" alt="knots" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SuniBYG7v7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/hqK3VdQAZB0/knots_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Before my sun sets    &lt;br /&gt;let me dream    &lt;br /&gt;let me Muller my begrudge gleams    &lt;br /&gt;I want to run I want to rush    &lt;br /&gt;Before death makes me deem    &lt;br /&gt;As absence of hope    &lt;br /&gt;can stop my streams    &lt;br /&gt;But reams assures me    &lt;br /&gt;Wishes with hopes rapped in prayers    &lt;br /&gt;Can never be ceased..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-5907064412960259210?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/ppjIIkOkwa0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/ppjIIkOkwa0/let-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SuniBYG7v7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/hqK3VdQAZB0/s72-c/knots_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-1646455846859972008</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-21T14:00:48.607+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my love</category><title>"Love, again!"</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SjpoDtLDPrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4L4DZOya6LI/s1600-h/Missing_by_Kaotika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348701920330727090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SjpoDtLDPrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4L4DZOya6LI/s400/Missing_by_Kaotika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I saw her down the valley,&lt;br /&gt;Again, near the lake side; looking so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette burning between two fingers,&lt;br /&gt;She looked dazed from crashed memories,&lt;br /&gt;Quiet but awake,&lt;br /&gt;Serene but crashed,&lt;br /&gt;Soft but mistrusted,&lt;br /&gt;Strong she looked yet weak too,&lt;br /&gt;Lost beyond disturbance,&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it always and she could see it never,&lt;br /&gt;Her glittering eyes were deep in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Busy, she was; in collecting her memories, her treasure,&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in her dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams that were dashed into pointed pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Shards that wounded her hands while they gathered,&lt;br /&gt;I could see blood, wounds and tears,&lt;br /&gt;Glimpses of invisible shearing pain she felt,&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be happy again,&lt;br /&gt;I hope she finds love again,&lt;br /&gt;But my desires and hopes have different paths to lead,&lt;br /&gt;I take my eyes off her,&lt;br /&gt;And leave her down the valley,&lt;br /&gt;To let her stand on her feet again,&lt;br /&gt;And she will be in love again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-illsuiOn~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-1646455846859972008?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/OHwSawmDI54" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/OHwSawmDI54/love-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SjpoDtLDPrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4L4DZOya6LI/s72-c/Missing_by_Kaotika.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-5695719651261953684</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T20:11:38.753+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">li'l heart</category><title>My li'l Heart !</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SjoWHRdXWUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/wjko77juc88/s1600-h/Just_Love_ME_by_CrazyKcee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348611821657348418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SjoWHRdXWUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/wjko77juc88/s400/Just_Love_ME_by_CrazyKcee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My little heart is afraid,&lt;br /&gt;As it knows, soon I will hear your name with someone,&lt;br /&gt;Someone but not me,&lt;br /&gt;Peevish I get with a helpless heart,&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to show, I dont want to care,&lt;br /&gt;But listening to this I feel so dead,&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you to be with anyone,&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me why? As I dont have any reason,&lt;br /&gt;I Say I dont love you and I believ I dont,&lt;br /&gt;Then why I feel you always around,&lt;br /&gt;Words.. they are not rhyming,&lt;br /&gt;But they might tell you!&lt;br /&gt;What is going on in me,&lt;br /&gt;As you all I can think off,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am get envious with even a though of your share,&lt;br /&gt;And you have been knowing it ever since it was there,&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive, Can you be back?&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me, Please nod your head in YES !&lt;br /&gt;Just come back once , and I will never let you go again,&lt;br /&gt;Come back and I will tell,&lt;br /&gt;How hard its for me to hurt you as its like I hurt myself,&lt;br /&gt;Shattered I am in trying to avoid you,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what you do to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why I cant forget you?&lt;br /&gt;Just come back once , and I will never let you go again,&lt;br /&gt;Come back and I will tell you,&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-5695719651261953684?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/Z0Ebf7wV3nw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/Z0Ebf7wV3nw/my-lil-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SjoWHRdXWUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/wjko77juc88/s72-c/Just_Love_ME_by_CrazyKcee.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-lil-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-6917415779256397486</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T20:06:19.548+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><title>Violent Thoughts..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sh1wYM8yq_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/CrCjS-_NryE/s1600-h/J2ZBVUCAABBUN8CAGVCTHTCA4SQUE1CA5MP20JCAGA2NAACA9E1S1TCA04O1SPCAG14O85CAV0XE0GCAAPKRYDCA5G2N7WCA4AN09FCAXDP818CA99N7I1CA4MS529CACGH45BCAMWHVSWCA4H7KPHCAQW70KZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340548294226652146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sh1wYM8yq_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/CrCjS-_NryE/s400/J2ZBVUCAABBUN8CAGVCTHTCA4SQUE1CA5MP20JCAGA2NAACA9E1S1TCA04O1SPCAG14O85CAV0XE0GCAAPKRYDCA5G2N7WCA4AN09FCAXDP818CA99N7I1CA4MS529CACGH45BCAMWHVSWCA4H7KPHCAQW70KZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Immense thoughts of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Led me towards the pain,,&lt;br /&gt;The suffering of unviolent loss,&lt;br /&gt;Captures me and my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Heals me with a great gain of loss,&lt;br /&gt;The gain of loss plunders me,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;Aches as the dusk falls to the dawn and,&lt;br /&gt;Dawn falls to dusk,&lt;br /&gt;It aches as if nothing is left but wounds,&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of miles away you are,&lt;br /&gt;Nor can i shout, nor can you hear,&lt;br /&gt;So my wordless thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;End on my silent grave!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-6917415779256397486?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/Wan4Cyyr4rU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/Wan4Cyyr4rU/voilent-thoguhts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sh1wYM8yq_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/CrCjS-_NryE/s72-c/J2ZBVUCAABBUN8CAGVCTHTCA4SQUE1CA5MP20JCAGA2NAACA9E1S1TCA04O1SPCAG14O85CAV0XE0GCAAPKRYDCA5G2N7WCA4AN09FCAXDP818CA99N7I1CA4MS529CACGH45BCAMWHVSWCA4H7KPHCAQW70KZ.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/05/voilent-thoguhts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-5892087999535771043</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-24T20:15:17.870+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acrostic</category><title>A Dark Silent Grave..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Shl9mPzwrBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YDue0b3gVAw/s1600-h/charleston-graveyard-sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436929256565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Shl9mPzwrBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YDue0b3gVAw/s400/charleston-graveyard-sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;A DARK SILENT GRAVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; turning point came in my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ark, very dark and so very quiet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;s if nobody could hear me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;estless and keen I was, to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;now what's wrong, why I was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;urrounded with infinite silence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to scream but my voice was choked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;anguid I was, with no hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;scape I wanted but had no hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ot now, not again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ired and fatigued, but couldn't move on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;roan in agony, as emotions melt from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;esult was in tears, leaving my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lthough I loved silence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;oices but I now wanted for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ager, bolstering words from my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;P.S( Maverick thank you so much for help and you know what i wrote it keeping you in mind, imagining you and myself off course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;P.S.S( Its dedicate to me and maverick exclusively) heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-5892087999535771043?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/Rjpe6Kg2m20" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/Rjpe6Kg2m20/dark-silent-grave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Shl9mPzwrBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YDue0b3gVAw/s72-c/charleston-graveyard-sepia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/05/dark-silent-grave.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-4317767649919142887</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T20:04:41.095+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my love</category><title>My Love!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sf8ffTzfW6I/AAAAAAAAAek/_i9N3j0b08k/s1600-h/0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332015106582600610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sf8ffTzfW6I/AAAAAAAAAek/_i9N3j0b08k/s400/0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love if its not you but her,&lt;br /&gt;If she is my love,&lt;br /&gt;Whose right now is in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Then why when i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see your image&lt;br /&gt;Why I always try to find you in her&lt;br /&gt;Why her touch doesn't possess the magic&lt;br /&gt;That yours weilded,&lt;br /&gt;Why your touch always ensnared my heart&lt;br /&gt;And hers makes no difference,&lt;br /&gt;Why her closeness doesnt make my heart flutter,&lt;br /&gt;Why eyes of mine search you even when she is around&lt;br /&gt;My love, if its her, why do I then look for you,&lt;br /&gt;And if she is not and you are the one,&lt;br /&gt;So baby just tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why I let you go&lt;br /&gt;My love if its you but not her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-illlusiOn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S( I dont know why i wrote it.. but yes i wrote it for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/search/label/tainted%20love"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tainted Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; up coming blogisode.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-4317767649919142887?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/HQp2GRgkGUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/HQp2GRgkGUo/my-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sf8ffTzfW6I/AAAAAAAAAek/_i9N3j0b08k/s72-c/0146.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-3571160846040099113</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T14:49:39.587+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dedication</category><title>I will leave you here and will die soon!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sf7V01FoBfI/AAAAAAAAAec/GtB3Tumhwxk/s1600-h/96523652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331934112433833458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sf7V01FoBfI/AAAAAAAAAec/GtB3Tumhwxk/s400/96523652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will leave you here and will die soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Since I met you my love,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know and dont even want to know,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are so much to me, more then anything,&lt;br /&gt;Without you I was like a thirsty desert,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for rain which can quench the thirst,&lt;br /&gt;Before you - 'My blessing' arrived, I was like&lt;br /&gt;A kid who stands facing the sky in a fair, lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;But as I met you I felt,&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Yet alone, but filled with your love&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;They all say, I am in love&lt;br /&gt;My world is complete with you as my soul,&lt;br /&gt;But as an angel, my love for you gets stronger,&lt;br /&gt;A fear clinches my heart, fear of being apart&lt;br /&gt;No.....am not leaving you&lt;br /&gt;How can I!!!&lt;br /&gt;But what if my life loses and death wins&lt;br /&gt;Then my love&lt;br /&gt;I would have to...go...with no choice at all,&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you here and will die soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S( This is for my dady.. I love you dad soooo much..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-3571160846040099113?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/5_6lu8wt1vo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/5_6lu8wt1vo/i-will-leave-you-here-and-will-die-soon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/Sf7V01FoBfI/AAAAAAAAAec/GtB3Tumhwxk/s72-c/96523652.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-leave-you-here-and-will-die-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-5120195276172458039</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T17:07:56.700+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pride</category><title>Still You Wonder Where Is My Pride !!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfhfBhsdfWI/AAAAAAAAAds/eH176oJKv9Q/s1600-h/0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330114638822341986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfhfBhsdfWI/AAAAAAAAAds/eH176oJKv9Q/s400/0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still You Wonder Where Is My Pride !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My hands are fatigued,&lt;br /&gt;And my energy is missing,&lt;br /&gt;My world is desolate,&lt;br /&gt;Flow of emotions I cannot relate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still You Wonder Where Is My Pride !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of these emotions,&lt;br /&gt;This crowd on exit gate of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;As only few wants to enter,&lt;br /&gt;And so many are there to leave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still You Wonder Where Is My Pride !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spells are not working and so is your love,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is sinking and tongue hushed up,&lt;br /&gt;I chose though words btu they are not framing,&lt;br /&gt;You may laugh as you have no idea of percieve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still You Wonder Where Is My Pride ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-5120195276172458039?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/bVxASAiolY0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/bVxASAiolY0/still-you-wonder-where-is-my-pride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfhfBhsdfWI/AAAAAAAAAds/eH176oJKv9Q/s72-c/0089.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-you-wonder-where-is-my-pride.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-6657854506813966477</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T18:12:30.651+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shikayat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><title>Ik Shikayat~</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfXKM-XOtVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/udktkIWnBZc/s1600-h/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329388058310522194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfXKM-XOtVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/udktkIWnBZc/s400/92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt; Ik Shikayat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meri awargi ko ab to samjho,&lt;br /&gt;K tumhari khatir hai main ne urha,&lt;br /&gt;Ye libada khud pe,&lt;br /&gt;K shayed samjh tm pao,&lt;br /&gt;Dil ye mera jala hai kitna,&lt;br /&gt;Hawadis zamana beganay shanasa,&lt;br /&gt;Na purkhulus lehja na shafqat bhara koi chehra,&lt;br /&gt;Dar hai main melay main ab kho na jaon,&lt;br /&gt;Mjhe tm akay toko ab bhar k zara mjh ko roko,&lt;br /&gt;K maa main tot sa raha hon ab,&lt;br /&gt;Bekhar na jaon,&lt;br /&gt;Na hojaon kaheen reza reza,&lt;br /&gt;Meri bataon ko maslon ko samjho zara tm,&lt;br /&gt;Maa! Mjhe tham lo tm!&lt;br /&gt;Main hon tota bohat mjhe jor do tm,&lt;br /&gt;Magar tm sunti naheen ho,&lt;br /&gt;koi ik sada Koi shikwa zara,&lt;br /&gt;Or jo sunti ho to behla mjhe deti ho ab bhi,&lt;br /&gt;Majbor zamanay se gar tm bhi hojao gi,&lt;br /&gt;Mjhe na aghosh main apni chupao gi,&lt;br /&gt;Main sambhlon ga kaise,&lt;br /&gt;Main uthonga kiun,&lt;br /&gt;Maa! Tm na himat jo meri bandhao gi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-6657854506813966477?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/g5Ze7uazssI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/g5Ze7uazssI/ik-shikayat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfXKM-XOtVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/udktkIWnBZc/s72-c/92.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/ik-shikayat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-7673581414623166048</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T14:34:03.389+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for her</category><title>Just For Her !</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfCvAJwnhnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dA4ynkB2RhM/s1600-h/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327950776333993586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfCvAJwnhnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dA4ynkB2RhM/s400/110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;JUST FOR HER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She was silent,&lt;br /&gt;Silent as if she holds no words with in her,&lt;br /&gt;Imbue in her own pain deep in her thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And so nothing was right,&lt;br /&gt;Affably lovely and gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;She was all for me,&lt;br /&gt;But oblivion I was for her,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to lag her heart,&lt;br /&gt;And replace it with mine,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could ever get a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Embleming her with me was not only my passion,&lt;br /&gt;But my dream my love for her,&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! Yes but I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to ail her but i did,&lt;br /&gt;And I was aidos on it,&lt;br /&gt;I loved her and,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her as she was everything to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I was noone but a zilch for her,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, nothing at all matters to me,&lt;br /&gt;But just my love,&lt;br /&gt;Love of mine, love for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-7673581414623166048?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/WSDhBSYkjL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/WSDhBSYkjL4/just-for-her.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfCvAJwnhnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dA4ynkB2RhM/s72-c/110.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-her.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979966547676834834.post-325042799583115260</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T12:49:59.293+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mothers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illsuion a poet</category><title>Kiun Jagti Rehti Ho...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfCqZAioUxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1WexW9tXoWs/s1600-h/81QOX0CAU9XBFQCASFS46BCA0VY6FOCAY9A1ENCAH3YYOXCA42T6HWCAWTQ1HHCAPTC5RXCAWR1HCHCA1MR163CAZZTXMACA43ZXDZCAJC11J4CAJPW5EQCAN99B6FCAIEGC10CAMHTQG0CA5J1ZI4CALOPF3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327945705797997330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfCqZAioUxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1WexW9tXoWs/s400/81QOX0CAU9XBFQCASFS46BCA0VY6FOCAY9A1ENCAH3YYOXCA42T6HWCAWTQ1HHCAPTC5RXCAWR1HCHCA1MR163CAZZTXMACA43ZXDZCAJC11J4CAJPW5EQCAN99B6FCAIEGC10CAMHTQG0CA5J1ZI4CALOPF3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kiun jagti rehti ho,&lt;br /&gt;So kiun naheen jateen,&lt;br /&gt;Yun jagtay rehnay se,&lt;br /&gt;Kia naseeb ka taluq,&lt;br /&gt;Kiun tumhain ye lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;K ye rat jagay rang lain ge,&lt;br /&gt;Naseeb inkay khil jain ge,&lt;br /&gt;Raj kumar aa kar ke,&lt;br /&gt;Betiyaan le jain ge,&lt;br /&gt;Aisa kab ho hai jo,&lt;br /&gt;Aas main tum yun bethi ho,&lt;br /&gt;So kiun naheen jateen?&lt;br /&gt;Jagti kiun rehti ho,&lt;br /&gt;Dil tumhara maa ka hai,&lt;br /&gt;Mantay ye hum bhi hain,&lt;br /&gt;Fikr tm ko ziyada hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jantay ye hum bhi hain,&lt;br /&gt;Par ye naseebon k khail hain,&lt;br /&gt;So itminan rakho tum,&lt;br /&gt;Ik din hojai gi,&lt;br /&gt;Betiyon ki shaadi bhi,&lt;br /&gt;Par istarhan mat rutho tum,&lt;br /&gt;Zaat se oper walay ki,&lt;br /&gt;K wo palnay wala hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kuch behtar karega wo,&lt;br /&gt;Sab ka khayal rakhta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Ab kiun istarhan se bethi ho,&lt;br /&gt;Kiun jagti rehti ho,&lt;br /&gt;So kiun naheen jateen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-illusiOn~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S( for all mothers..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979966547676834834-325042799583115260?l=illusionplaywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Idraak/~4/uabyAL01CQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Idraak/~3/uabyAL01CQs/kiun-jagti-rehti-ho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (UnhingeD)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVWFzPP1eFQ/SfCqZAioUxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1WexW9tXoWs/s72-c/81QOX0CAU9XBFQCASFS46BCA0VY6FOCAY9A1ENCAH3YYOXCA42T6HWCAWTQ1HHCAPTC5RXCAWR1HCHCA1MR163CAZZTXMACA43ZXDZCAJC11J4CAJPW5EQCAN99B6FCAIEGC10CAMHTQG0CA5J1ZI4CALOPF3F.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://illusionplaywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiun-jagti-rehti-ho.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

