Faiza - Me and my Memories of You!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
MERI YAAD-FAIZA
Smetimes I feel I can never forget u…n smetimes i think Y do i even think of u when u r already gone!!!!
Your Gifts to me!
CHANGE
Change! It is funny how we change…first because someone wants us to… then when we have changed completely the same people don’t like it!! Then we change so that they may like us. In this journey of changing and unchanging ourselves we lose the originality. When I think of myself... a few years ago… what was I? How was I? Or what has changed in me? I see that I am a totally different person now that I was probably 3-4 years ago. Now that I have realized that I have changed, the next step into realization is what has changed? Physical looks/morals/ethics/what is it….that makes me a different person than I was. Then I also realize what is it that I am comparing myself to….to myself of a few years ago…and who said that was the real me….and this is not. what makes me think which is real….I realize it is the peace of mind….the state my heart is in…..is it restlessness or is it the craving to change furthermore….or is it the wish of going back to the one of a few years….what is it that brings me to this self-evaluating/self-testing mode (mood). What has got me to peep inside my heart, my soul and search….contemplate the effects of the recent events in my life. I sometimes think I am all alone even among my own family. I feel like an alien….sometimes I can hear their minds thinking aloud….its like there is a congestion of frequencies and I can hear so many voices all at once…..then I concentrate on one person …I try to hear their voice….Its my mom’s mind….”This is my daughter?? How can she be?? This is not what I wanted her to be?” Then she asks me, “Do you want something to eat?” …to be contd. -FAIZA (originally posted on Feb 27, 2007 on http://faizashaikh.tumblr.com/page/2)
"REFUSAL"
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips Your Hands
Your Laughter brave Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body’s haste.
Without the promise Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die
— Maya Angelou
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips Your Hands
Your Laughter brave Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body’s haste.
Without the promise Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die
— Maya Angelou
True Happiness
You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it.
~ by Anonymous ~
Labels: true love
My 1st animation!
Lost Memories
She was hurt, badly. Not that she had met with an accident or something. It was her heart, it bled and the pain in her chest was enough to make death look beautiful. She tried to blink through her tears at the screen, trying to read his mail yet again for may be the thousandth time. “Things have changed and so have I. If we meet yet again, I would not be able to stop myself from getting further involved. Please understand me if you love me.” The last hope for her to see him one last time had gone with these words. Why did she have to be the understanding one always. Why did she have to sacrifice every time. And what does she need to understand? It was a short mail she had sent him after a long period of silence, asking him to meet, so that they may have a proper farewell. To see him, to feel him, to do all the things in those last moments that they had done for the last 1.5 years.A memory that she wanted to cherish, knowing that they would meet no more, and thereby give their love a formal burial. But he had really changed, he couldn’t give her a few moments of his changed life. She knew in her mind that he was doing the right thing. But her heart did not accept the logic. She missed him badly, his voice, his face, his eyes, his touch, his stupid yet too cute jokes, she missed him. You see he was the only friend she had whom she could share her thoughts without thinking. The relationship they shared was the most beautiful of all. A perfectly balanced relationship, she hated to call it love because love is such a limited term when she considered the connection between them. Yes, he had changed, moved way ahead in life, and there she was still in the truest meaning of the word “still” there, craving for him, missing him. She read the last sentence in the mail, “I love you”, and murmured I love you too. It has been almost more than a year and a half now, and she still reads the mail everyday as if it has arrived just today. ……to be contd. (Originally posted on Mar 21 2008 on http://faizashaikh.tumblr.com/)
THE STRANGER
The stranger,
With his voice so sweet
Making my heart beat faster
The stranger,
With his heart so pure
Making my thoughts clear
The stranger,
With his beautiful eyes
Looking at me n making me feel beautiful
The stranger,
With his soft touch
Making me feel like a rose
The stranger,
With his selfless love
Making me think of living once again
The stranger,
With his unfailing strength
Making me feel like I can do anything
The stranger,
Loving me for what I am
Making me feel perfect
I wait for the day when I meet him
Make the stranger my life.
—- Faiza
With his voice so sweet
Making my heart beat faster
The stranger,
With his heart so pure
Making my thoughts clear
The stranger,
With his beautiful eyes
Looking at me n making me feel beautiful
The stranger,
With his soft touch
Making me feel like a rose
The stranger,
With his selfless love
Making me think of living once again
The stranger,
With his unfailing strength
Making me feel like I can do anything
The stranger,
Loving me for what I am
Making me feel perfect
I wait for the day when I meet him
Make the stranger my life.
—- Faiza
(originally posted on Apr 20 2008 on http://faizashaikh.tumblr.com/)
An Incomplete Dream - FAIZA
Sitting on the edge of a dream,
Im sitting here all alone,
I hear my name being called,
Altho' I see no one.
I look below in the depths,
Everything so dark & bare,
Just like my dreams,
When You're not there.
Then I look above,
The sky red n yellow,
Does it mean I'm there now,
The place I that I love.
A place besides you,
A place full of life,
A place I can feel you,
A place I can feel my life,
Then I turn back and I see,
The reality when I would awake,
Everything would be same I see,
I would be alone , asleep or awake.
Just like an incomplete dream,
I would never reach that place,
But I still dream n dream of you,
B’coz that is where i find solace.
--FAIZA
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
FRIDA & ME
Frida, The Great!
Yesterday I saw this movie called "FRIDA", and I suddenly realized it is about this woman painter from Mexico, whose painting exhibition I had attended long back when I was living in Japan. I was absolutely impressed by her style then. Her depiction of pain, love, emotions, reality and dreams had had me thinking for days. Although my state of mind then was not as it is now (better or worse I don’t know), now I realize so many similarities between me n her. The first ,third & the last letters in the name for instance, her style of depicting her emotional state, which many people may think as depressing or too gross, many many things...!!
Anyways, I am really impressed by her and want to share this lovely song from the film.
It plays in the end with her death depicted by her bed flying high in the sky and burning to flames....weirdly though it doesn't look like a depressing sight and she has the sweetest smile on her face.....!
Yesterday I saw this movie called "FRIDA", and I suddenly realized it is about this woman painter from Mexico, whose painting exhibition I had attended long back when I was living in Japan. I was absolutely impressed by her style then. Her depiction of pain, love, emotions, reality and dreams had had me thinking for days. Although my state of mind then was not as it is now (better or worse I don’t know), now I realize so many similarities between me n her. The first ,third & the last letters in the name for instance, her style of depicting her emotional state, which many people may think as depressing or too gross, many many things...!!
Anyways, I am really impressed by her and want to share this lovely song from the film.
It plays in the end with her death depicted by her bed flying high in the sky and burning to flames....weirdly though it doesn't look like a depressing sight and she has the sweetest smile on her face.....!
Burn It Blue
- Caetano Veloso & Lila Dawn
Burn this house
Burn it blue
Heart running on empty
So lost without you
But the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she’s free to fly…
Woman so weary
Spread your unbroken wings
Fly free as the swallow sings
Come to the fireworks
See the dark lady smile
She burns…
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she’s free to fly…
Burn this night
Black and blue
So cold in the morning
So cold without you
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she’s free to fly
Y la noche que se incendia,
Y la cama que se eleva,
A volar…
And of the dark days
Painted in dark gray hues
They fade with the dream of you
Wrapped in red velvet
Dancing the night away
I burn…
Midnight blue
Spread those wings
Fly free with the swallows
Fly one with the wind
Y ella es flama que se eleva,
Y es un pájaro a volar
Y es un pájaro a volar
En la noche que se incendia,
El infierno es este cielo
Estrella de oscuridad
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she ’s free to fly
Just a spark in the sky
Painting heaven and hell
Much brighter
Burn this house
Burn it blue
Heart running on empty
So lost without you....
Burn it blue
Heart running on empty
So lost without you
But the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she’s free to fly…
Woman so weary
Spread your unbroken wings
Fly free as the swallow sings
Come to the fireworks
See the dark lady smile
She burns…
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she’s free to fly…
Burn this night
Black and blue
So cold in the morning
So cold without you
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she’s free to fly
Y la noche que se incendia,
Y la cama que se eleva,
A volar…
And of the dark days
Painted in dark gray hues
They fade with the dream of you
Wrapped in red velvet
Dancing the night away
I burn…
Midnight blue
Spread those wings
Fly free with the swallows
Fly one with the wind
Y ella es flama que se eleva,
Y es un pájaro a volar
Y es un pájaro a volar
En la noche que se incendia,
El infierno es este cielo
Estrella de oscuridad
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she ’s free to fly
Just a spark in the sky
Painting heaven and hell
Much brighter
Burn this house
Burn it blue
Heart running on empty
So lost without you....
