Nostalgia.

You are back. Back to where you were born, where you took your first step, where you grew up, where you got acquainted with the people. Where  you used to play with your friends. Where your memories rest. But it's all gone. None of it is the same. Its lost. Lost with the war. Lost like the  lives of thousands of people. Lost like all the happiness linked with the place. 

Do you remember all the days spent here. Do you remember playing in the evening with your friends. Do you remember the constant banter over the silliest of things. Do you remember the fights over who gets to bat next. Do you  remember the school you went to. Do you remember the boring hours listening to your teacher drone on and on. Do you remember the fun nights. Do you remember the summers you spent. Do you remember the stages you went through. Do you remember the good times and the bad times. Do you remember that shop at the corner which sold sweets. Do you remember it like it was just yesterday? 

But why would you recall any of this. It won't matter to you. 

It won't bother you that the roads, once busy with traffic, are left empty, barren. The potholes more noticeable due to the after effects of war. It won't bother you that the  smell of sand  you used to love when it rained, is now mingled with the blood of innocent people. It won't bother you when you see the rivers dried up. It won't bother you when you see the dead vegetation. It won't bother you when you set foot in your old house. It won't bother you when you see the look of it. It won't bother you that it is now completely deserted. It won't bother you that it is a wreck. It won't bother you that the once white paint is black with the smoke. It won't bother you when you step foot on something and realize it was your favourite toy as a kid. None of it will bother you.

Because you moved away long before this started. You fled. You now have a much better life in some other country than the one you had here. Just like when the next version of a game came out amd you forgot the old one, you forgot your life at home. Just like you outgrew your favourite sweater, you outgrew your home. 

You live a happy life at another place now. 

This, is just a ghost of  past. 

OMG! A POST!

You know how they show in movies that how before a big interview or presentation, the person practices how to introduce himself?

 

That is sorta the situation here.

I spent five minutes of my life, trying to figure out how to make the introduction, but I failed. Thus, this useless paragraph.

Anyway, I am up at this hour. Sleep has eluded me. I have nothing better to do. Also, today my cousin was like 'You havn't updated your blog.' [Yes, my family will be reading this, I guess.] 

So, I have decided to update.

 You should bear with me, for I think what I am saying is interesting but usually I am wrong. I can tell the most boringest [I invented that. Take that Shakespeare.] stories ever and think they are highly interesting. I am the Ted Moseby of the social networking or whatever.

I'm pretty sure this post has no point. If there was a point, I would  have reached it yet. But as you witness, I am rambling on about nothing in particular.

So, here is a post. For you to read. Though I doubt anyone follows my blog. Except HolaMyMinion. Hi Creature! :D 

I'm still learning to use this, so I don't know how to tag [ before you call me stupid, my phone doesn't have that option.] 

Anywayyy, Thats all. I hope that I can get a cool idea or some story for a blogpost. So my blog can be interesting too. 

If you came this far without getting bored, I must give you a medal for patience. [Exaggeration, But you get what I mean.]

Shut up now, Shiza. Shush! 

That's all folks. 

Goodbye!

Poem [Untitled]

Closed off in the walls of despair,

Broken beyond the question of repair.

Frustration like hell creeped out of her wounds,

But she remained firm, and held her ground.

Often she wondered, 'why is life so unfair?'

All she longed for was some love and some care.

Sleeping to the melody of her own cries,

As for years she was fed with some wonderful lies.

Hi there. So the thing is, I just wrote a poem, classy right? This poem, is my first attempt to write something serious. All this time I have been writing some stupid stuff. I remember I wrote something in Punjabi once, I shalt post that once I find it. So back to the topic, sorry I ramble a lot, this is my first attempt on a serious poem. I hope you like it and yes I know it's really short. Ok bye. <3

Beginning

Today on 5/23/2013, I, Shiza Binte Wasim, start my blog. What's with everyone and their blogs you ask? I don't know either. All I know is that I love writing, though I have been told that I am poor at narrating stories or whatever that means. Think of this as a place to vent out. I don't even care if no one reads it at all.
This is just me writing small bits of my life and how I see things. Who knows, the ideas may serve as an inspiration to someone. Blekh, that's least likely to happen.
Anyway, there goes the stupid introduction.
I don't have much to say, holidays kill my creativity.