Nikon's desire of getting WET
Showing posts with label objects. Show all posts
Showing posts with label objects. Show all posts
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Bangles in her mind
I know a girl which collects the words in all shapes and sizes and hungs them up like bangles in her mind, some of these words glimmer her life and some bring her glittering smile...
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Difference
The difference between you and me is that I wait to break you, while you wait to get broken...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Slow Burn
Slowly burning, as I inhale
Smoke softly entering my lungs
Cold, sweet, intoxicating my soul
This delicious torture writhing
Whilst my blood within me burns with anguish
Relentless and unchecked
Coal and the flavor burning
These sensations unforgiving
For me time is at a stand...
If this is living
Previous, I’d not been living
Through every single puff
Releasing boiling tension
My pleasures are unabridged
That I at times forget to mention
Oh smoke, do you intend to kill me?
Well, it -is- worth dying for
No, not the cigarette but yes the pleasure
These waves are rolling through me
And I’m always wanting more
I’m at the edge of being perished
In a tide so celestial
Like a dream, it besieges away
As I sit infront of this burnt pleasure
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Behind The Mask
Behind the mask
I can smile when am angry
Laugh when I'm sad
Remain calm when I'm in distress
And smile when I wish to cry
My mask keeps my emotions safe
Keeps them to myself alone
Helps me remain strong...
I can smile when am angry
Laugh when I'm sad
Remain calm when I'm in distress
And smile when I wish to cry
My mask keeps my emotions safe
Keeps them to myself alone
Helps me remain strong...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Khoon Chala
Khuli si chot lai kar
Bari si tees lai kar
AHISTA AHISTA
Khoon chala
The soul rinses passion
Desire to stand out
To destroy everything which comes in way
Though blood is not the requirement
To stop the blood shed an objective
Kuch kar guzarne ko khoon chala
Bari si tees lai kar
AHISTA AHISTA
Khoon chala
The soul rinses passion
Desire to stand out
To destroy everything which comes in way
Though blood is not the requirement
To stop the blood shed an objective
Kuch kar guzarne ko khoon chala
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Friday, September 17, 2010
Painkiller
Here I sit in this empty room
Curtains drawn, darkness around
silence prevailing
thinking of all I love and all I hate.
Looking at you again and again.
Oh Painkiller!!
Kill the pain
Dull the senses
Strip the nerves
Bare the soul
Dumb down what was strong
Decaying Fortitude
and relentless without restraint
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Friday, September 10, 2010
Chaand Raat (Day 30 of 30)
Finally the Ramadan came to an end, and so does my whole series
This was the last picture of the project and well it started with a moon ended with some bangles and mehndi... Celebrating the joy of eid but something is missing this time. The color I guess, not because I love darkness but because there has been so many bad things happening all around us the disasters and deaths are so many that the joy of eid can not cater the masses which have been effected
So a prayer for everyone that may everything becomes fine for everybody
Ameen
And Chaan Raat Mubarak to everyone
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Parcham (Day 27 of 30)
Ek izzat hai
ek rooh hai
ek jaan hai
ek junoon hai
Iss sabz parcham ki
ek hi justuju hai.
Per sach poocho
toh yaad nahi kab
Shayad bohut saal hue tab
saundhi khushbu soonghi thi maine apne watan ki
Ab toh khoon hi khoon hai
aur gosht ke tukre
Ya khuda tujh say yehi hai dua
iss parcham ko har dam lehrata rakh
Kahin zor ke jhonke se urr hi na jaye
Yeh watan humesha salamat rahay.
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed & Purple
Monday, September 6, 2010
Namaz (Day 26 of 30)
My greatest weapon is a silent prayer, which I offer to God as Namaaz is the key to heaven, and a part which is quite essential with it is Faith, as faith unlocks the door.
