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What it means to me.

I've nothing more to speak but silence

Because no one really wishes to listen

No one truly cares to understand my words spoken

Each one interprets according to their needs and wants

No one cares to understand the true depth of my words

They fall on deaf ears, or may be they understand but ignore my words

They all wish to do things according to their likes and dislikes

And to a certain extent I do the same, but most of the time I flow with the flow

 

Why I've such a stubborn heart

Why it just can't give up on what it believes

Why it's still beating for it's true dreams

But it's just a part of the whole story

 

I love so many people for so many reasons

I love my Allah and his rasool (s.a.w) because through them I've learnt my life's mission

I love my family because they are the only people in my life 

I love my friend because she always helps me build a stronger relation with my creator

I love this life because it's a precious gift that one could ever have from their creator

I love the one I loved and still in love because I have no reasons to love but love is the only eternal reason

 

There are many people I miss for different reasons

I miss my grandmother's hugs, she died three decades ago

I miss my school friends, with whom I have my best childhood memories 

 

 

"I miss my doctor who healed my broken parts and I respect him like I respect my father"

 

I like different seasons for different reasons

I like winters for it's cosy mornings, snuggling in my warm bed feeling lazy but romantic happy

I like summers for it's lovely night which is short and doesn't leave me alone for a long time

I like monsoons for it's rain which when falls on soil emanates mesmerizing fragrances which drives me happily insane

I like spring for the weather is just perfect for outings and picnics and also the nature's beauty that creates vibrancy and energy within 

I like autumn for the leaves fall on earth, giving us a natural carpet to walk upon

 

 

 

◄ Song of rain

That's it ►

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