How long is too long?

How long is too long?

When lovers become strangers?

When words are taken over by silence?

When time just keep going on?

When nothing changes?

When your smile isnt mine?

How long is too long?

Because I dont know it, 

But I know it hurts


Its 4 years and counting!

I am not sure that anybody still reads this blog, but if you happen to stumble upon this page, I thank you for reading. I haven’t been writing for awhile now. A lot has happened, a lot of changes. But one thing remains the same> One guy has constantly been in my life for the past 4 years, no matter where I go and what I do. This post is dedicated to him.

I knew you on a webpage

That we both prefer not to tell

But what started from one message

Progresses and then we both fell

The first year goes all too quickly

We both loved so madly

Everyday we talk on skype

We laugh we joked and then two years came

Despite all the hype

We remained the same

The third year was a bit rough

We broke it off quite a few

It didnt last long because it is tough

To be without me and you

And now its 4 years later from when we started

Who would have guessed that we have made it

Next year will be the very first time we meet

After 4 years of patience, I say, ITS ABOUT TIME!

Anwar Siddiqi, this is for you.

For all the tears, the laughter, the anger, the frustrations, I must say, I am deeply and truly in love with you!


I tried to find in me

A way to just accept

But a lie is just too hard to swallow

You promised.

But broken.

The facade of strong isnt so hard to do

Everybody kept thinking “she is fine”

But no body knew

How do you forgive someone you trust

And used to care so much

When deep within you

You hurt.

No cure.

But time.

No more bestfriend

No more smiling when alone

Just tears


and more tears

Of being strong

Just be strong, this has happened before, it will only get better. InsyaAllah


One day, a girl found this beautiful big orange balloon. She held on to the string and carried the balloon everywhere she went, She always wanted to touch the balloon but was afraid that she might burst it. So she patiently waited, for the balloon to fly a bit lower, always holding on to that tiny string, no matter what she does. She believed that one day, she would be able to touch the balloon somehow. 

But time passed on, and she felt tired of holding on to the tiny string. No matter how badly she wanted to hold on the balloon, she figured its time. She had to let it go and fly away. If it was meant for her, somehow she will find the balloon again. Maybe, just maybe

I wish I could forget

Turning 24 was saddening,
I wished it never happened

How I feel now

“I don’t miss him, I miss who I thought he was”