Irum Zahra's Blog
February 21, 2016
Happy Birthday Professor.
Life.
Soul sucking ghost.
Faceless monster.
Paradise for demons.
Are you alive?
I have so many questions to ask you. All the answers depend on your perspective of life as it is.
Cruel and Dead.
Funny.
How is life dead? Its dead!
Every second dies after you have lived it. You're letting every second die. Every breath you take is a step away from life. You're on a path that leads to two roads.
Eternity
Oblivion
It depends on your perspective now. What path are you walking towards? Or are you running? Running and skipping towards a better life. Gadgets, cars, watches, mansions. Drugs, smoke, pollution, corruption.
Peace or destruction?
Two boats love.
How loyal is your league? Will it keep you above the water or take you to the depts of the most beautiful journey of your life? Will it show you all that life has to offer or will you stay away from all the mountains because you are afraid of the heights.
Try?
Try to drown. Maybe you'll love the sea.
Dive?
Maybe you'll like falling from the mountains you are scared to climb.
Walk?
All the roads you think are not meant for you. What if there is a unclaimed castle at the end of the passage?
Good God. Who will live there?
What about the treasure in the dungeon? You'l never know. You'll have to walk down the stone path yo discover it It won't come to you. Gods have forsaken you my dear. This world is yours to have. There are endless windchimes dying to make themselves melt in your ears. There are so many perfumes spilling themselves so you can become an angel. So you can become pure. All elements of universe combined.
You.
Define yourself.
Breathe in the thunder. Make it rumble inside your heart. Make it aligned with the heartbeat. Make the electricity follow the pathways of veins and arteries. Let them draw themselves inside your body so it glows from within. So the power can fuel you. So you can climb that mountain. Dive in that bottomless ocean. Walk the path to eternity. To immortality.
Auroboros.
O baby you're so alive.
Your breath makes the seconds live before they die. You're the reason they live! Look what you are doing! You are turning seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years, decades immortal.
What you do is you touch each moment of them and you make them experience life before they embrace death.
"In the end, death comes for all of us."
Alan Rickman passed away. He would be 70 today. Leaving us with a memory of 'Always' and a reality of 'Death'. This is a tribute to one the greatest beings on Earth. A person who embraced each moment and not only made them live, but made us 'live' through them.
May you rest in peace Professor.
Irum Zahra
Soul sucking ghost.
Faceless monster.
Paradise for demons.
Are you alive?
I have so many questions to ask you. All the answers depend on your perspective of life as it is.
Cruel and Dead.
Funny.
How is life dead? Its dead!
Every second dies after you have lived it. You're letting every second die. Every breath you take is a step away from life. You're on a path that leads to two roads.
Eternity
Oblivion
It depends on your perspective now. What path are you walking towards? Or are you running? Running and skipping towards a better life. Gadgets, cars, watches, mansions. Drugs, smoke, pollution, corruption.
Peace or destruction?
Two boats love.
How loyal is your league? Will it keep you above the water or take you to the depts of the most beautiful journey of your life? Will it show you all that life has to offer or will you stay away from all the mountains because you are afraid of the heights.
Try?
Try to drown. Maybe you'll love the sea.
Dive?
Maybe you'll like falling from the mountains you are scared to climb.
Walk?
All the roads you think are not meant for you. What if there is a unclaimed castle at the end of the passage?
Good God. Who will live there?
What about the treasure in the dungeon? You'l never know. You'll have to walk down the stone path yo discover it It won't come to you. Gods have forsaken you my dear. This world is yours to have. There are endless windchimes dying to make themselves melt in your ears. There are so many perfumes spilling themselves so you can become an angel. So you can become pure. All elements of universe combined.
You.
Define yourself.
Breathe in the thunder. Make it rumble inside your heart. Make it aligned with the heartbeat. Make the electricity follow the pathways of veins and arteries. Let them draw themselves inside your body so it glows from within. So the power can fuel you. So you can climb that mountain. Dive in that bottomless ocean. Walk the path to eternity. To immortality.
Auroboros.
O baby you're so alive.
Your breath makes the seconds live before they die. You're the reason they live! Look what you are doing! You are turning seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years, decades immortal.
What you do is you touch each moment of them and you make them experience life before they embrace death.
"In the end, death comes for all of us."
Alan Rickman passed away. He would be 70 today. Leaving us with a memory of 'Always' and a reality of 'Death'. This is a tribute to one the greatest beings on Earth. A person who embraced each moment and not only made them live, but made us 'live' through them.
May you rest in peace Professor.
Irum Zahra
February 14, 2016
"Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic"
Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
-STING
sting
Love is You.
I can't even imagine someone saying these things to me, or someone close to me. I know it makes me sound like an idiot, but why do we have to depend on someone to be loved?
We can love ourselves right?
We can be our Valentine. We can be immortals loving ourselves and consuming ourselves like the Auroboros.
We would look in the mirror everyday and smile. Smile at the person with flaws and insecurities. I know it sounds cliche but what if you could look pass those horrible things in your past and you make it positive, redeem yourself. Be happy with who you are and let go of all things dragging you to hell and below.
We are broken people, trying too hard to fit in, making ourselves starve or over-eat because 'people' aren't happy with how we look, how we dress and how we feel.
Screw them. Screw them all.
We need to feel alive in our own skin and if we like eating, we should. If we like being bony, we should be able to. You are art.
Look like it.
Fall in love with yourself. Somehow.
Find a flaw, start loving more everyday. A bit everyday. I know this is boring. I know you get tired of the same movies, same blog posts same books same music, GOD NO.
Obviously it is all the same, This world is such a tiny place. We all look alike, we all feel the same feelings, love, hate, disgust, compassion, affection, pity, anger. So yes, the songs sound the same, the world looks the same, the blog posts are long and boring and yes the movies all have the same plot.
I know it may look like the world is ending, but its not. I am here. Everything is there, he cars, the buildings, the people, the endless line of events, art galleries, concerts, travels, money, books, they are all here, this world doesn't stop when someone dies, its selfish, but it is the truth, so why should your life stop because someone leaves? if they left you, it doesn't mean the word is dead. everything, EVERYTHING, is there for you, as if you never left too love a person who doesn't love you back or care for you or doesn't think you are beautiful. these things, these people, they belong to you, like they belong to everyone else, this air you breath, its yours, it belongs to your flaws. it belongs to your insecurities. so what if you feel sad when you listen to closer by Kings of Leon. but at the end of the song you can hear the music healing you, and you listen o that song on repeat and you know, this sting song makes sense too! all the storms hide under the skin of your flaws! love yourself to brig them out, to change the world, make the world known of your presence. that you matter, so the next time you leave, this world for someone else, it misses you, when you're gone.
But try to find that flaw and start to love it even if you don't.
Be yourself.
Try to look at things from a different perspective everyday. One day, imagine you were an artist, the other, being a musician.
Please, trust me. I know it will be weird but you can do it. Love yourself please.
Love.
Yourself.
You are the love of your life.
Invictus By Irum Zahra
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
-STING
sting
Love is You.
I can't even imagine someone saying these things to me, or someone close to me. I know it makes me sound like an idiot, but why do we have to depend on someone to be loved?
We can love ourselves right?
We can be our Valentine. We can be immortals loving ourselves and consuming ourselves like the Auroboros.
We would look in the mirror everyday and smile. Smile at the person with flaws and insecurities. I know it sounds cliche but what if you could look pass those horrible things in your past and you make it positive, redeem yourself. Be happy with who you are and let go of all things dragging you to hell and below.
We are broken people, trying too hard to fit in, making ourselves starve or over-eat because 'people' aren't happy with how we look, how we dress and how we feel.
Screw them. Screw them all.
We need to feel alive in our own skin and if we like eating, we should. If we like being bony, we should be able to. You are art.
Look like it.
Fall in love with yourself. Somehow.
Find a flaw, start loving more everyday. A bit everyday. I know this is boring. I know you get tired of the same movies, same blog posts same books same music, GOD NO.
Obviously it is all the same, This world is such a tiny place. We all look alike, we all feel the same feelings, love, hate, disgust, compassion, affection, pity, anger. So yes, the songs sound the same, the world looks the same, the blog posts are long and boring and yes the movies all have the same plot.
I know it may look like the world is ending, but its not. I am here. Everything is there, he cars, the buildings, the people, the endless line of events, art galleries, concerts, travels, money, books, they are all here, this world doesn't stop when someone dies, its selfish, but it is the truth, so why should your life stop because someone leaves? if they left you, it doesn't mean the word is dead. everything, EVERYTHING, is there for you, as if you never left too love a person who doesn't love you back or care for you or doesn't think you are beautiful. these things, these people, they belong to you, like they belong to everyone else, this air you breath, its yours, it belongs to your flaws. it belongs to your insecurities. so what if you feel sad when you listen to closer by Kings of Leon. but at the end of the song you can hear the music healing you, and you listen o that song on repeat and you know, this sting song makes sense too! all the storms hide under the skin of your flaws! love yourself to brig them out, to change the world, make the world known of your presence. that you matter, so the next time you leave, this world for someone else, it misses you, when you're gone.
But try to find that flaw and start to love it even if you don't.
Be yourself.
Try to look at things from a different perspective everyday. One day, imagine you were an artist, the other, being a musician.
Please, trust me. I know it will be weird but you can do it. Love yourself please.
Love.
Yourself.
You are the love of your life.
Invictus By Irum Zahra
November 20, 2015
Unnamed Name
Its brutally insane of you think that tears matter to people who live more pretend lives than you do.
You change your clothes, the way you speak, the way you treat people, the food you eat, the places you go.
But you would never be able to hide your nature.
This is what makes us relate to animals.
Our nature. Will never change.
We might be nice to everyone. We might tell you we love you more than the oceans and the trenches in the oceans but, what we don't tell, is is a whole storyline of our wicked, selfish, stubborn nature.
Tears? Really?
Are you for real?
Are those even real?
Please. You always cry for something other than you are upset about. Your head is exploding with anger and frustration about how the universe throws you around like a freaking football and you start crying because you see a dead word? A dead flower?
Spilled ink?
Faded cut marks?
No. You just need an excuse to take the salt in your eyes out.
Who could really blame you?
You made yourself like this.
You, yourself is to blame.
Idiot.
When people matter more than nature, (They never do) you carry on as nothing happened. When inside your brain lobes you curse your every breath, regret every moment and yell at all pieces of burned memories.
Stupid heart.
The sheer force of royal blues hit you in your wings like that ice cold wind on the mountains.
Screw tears.
They don't matter.
-Invictus, Irum Zahra
*Copyrighted Material*
You change your clothes, the way you speak, the way you treat people, the food you eat, the places you go.
But you would never be able to hide your nature.
This is what makes us relate to animals.
Our nature. Will never change.
We might be nice to everyone. We might tell you we love you more than the oceans and the trenches in the oceans but, what we don't tell, is is a whole storyline of our wicked, selfish, stubborn nature.
Tears? Really?
Are you for real?
Are those even real?
Please. You always cry for something other than you are upset about. Your head is exploding with anger and frustration about how the universe throws you around like a freaking football and you start crying because you see a dead word? A dead flower?
Spilled ink?
Faded cut marks?
No. You just need an excuse to take the salt in your eyes out.
Who could really blame you?
You made yourself like this.
You, yourself is to blame.
Idiot.
When people matter more than nature, (They never do) you carry on as nothing happened. When inside your brain lobes you curse your every breath, regret every moment and yell at all pieces of burned memories.
Stupid heart.
The sheer force of royal blues hit you in your wings like that ice cold wind on the mountains.
Screw tears.
They don't matter.
-Invictus, Irum Zahra
*Copyrighted Material*
November 11, 2015
GIVEAWAY ALERT!
Here is your chance to get Goodreads Poetry Semi Finalist book "Psychaotic'
A divine combination of Gothic and free verse Poetry and passages.
Here is what you have to do!
Vote for the Book on Goodreads Poetry section, and inbox the author with your email address!
You'll get an ebook in your email ASAP!
AAAAANNNNDD! If you win the giveaway, You'll get:
1. A signed Copy of Psychaotic
2. Beautiful Hand made Bookmark
3. A beautiful Keychain
Here is the giveaway link:
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Email for more info : irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
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Blogspot: irumzahra.blogspot.com
Good Luck!
A divine combination of Gothic and free verse Poetry and passages.
Here is what you have to do!
Vote for the Book on Goodreads Poetry section, and inbox the author with your email address!
You'll get an ebook in your email ASAP!
AAAAANNNNDD! If you win the giveaway, You'll get:
1. A signed Copy of Psychaotic
2. Beautiful Hand made Bookmark
3. A beautiful Keychain
Here is the giveaway link:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Email for more info : irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
Twitter: @IrumZahraWriter
Instagram: irum.zahra
Tumblr: irumzahrawriter
Facebook: www.facebook.com/BeyondTheEdgeOfSanity
Wordpress: irumzahra.wordpress.com
Blogspot: irumzahra.blogspot.com
Good Luck!
November 9, 2015
The Sky Ghosts series by Alexandra Engellmann- Blog Tour
The Sky Ghosts series by Alexandra Engellmann
Fill this simple Google Form to sign up for the giveaway.
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1VFHv...
Five winners will receive the first two books of the Sky Ghosts series in any ebook format and have a chance to read the rest of the series for free. Giveaway ends on December 1st.
Title: Sky Ghosts / Author: Alexandra Engellmann / Genre: Urban fantasy /
Action / Romance
Sky Ghosts: All for One (Sky Ghosts #1)
sky_ghosts_all_for_one
Jane and Pain are Sky Ghosts – and they kill for a living. Highly trained
bodyguards by day, they patrol the New York streets at night to keep the city safe from their enemies, Sky Beasts. One night they save two young men from their enemies’ blades and find themselves in the middle of a war. As they put their lives at stake to save their wards, the main mystery remains unsolved: why would the Beasts hunt two ordinary human boys?
Spellbinding and violent, Alexandra Engellmann’s Sky Ghosts series is exactly
what Urban fantasy fans are looking for – a blend of action, humor, mystery, and a
unique magic system.
“Sky Ghosts is a great mixture of sword-fighting, humor, wit, sexual tension,
and “imperfect romance” that brilliantly lets the readers feel like the
characters, while supernatural, are fairly ordinary people underneath it all.”
– Joe Jackson, author of the Eve of Redemption series
Sky Ghosts: All for One
Sky Ghosts: Marco (Sky Ghosts #1.5)
sky_ghosts_marco
It was hate at first sight. She broke chairs on his head, and in return he broke her
bones.
When Marco joined the New York Sky Ghosts Headquarters, he expected trouble.
What he didn’t expect was a girl half his size that would turn his life into hell.
They spilled too much of each other’s blood for any hope for reconciliation. How
did it happen that they ended up spilling blood for each other on a daily basis?
“I laughed a lot while reading Marco. The silly teenage nature of him and
Pain combined with their stubborn natures and violent streaks made for some
suitably hilarious and cringe worthy scenes.”
– Belart Wright, author of the
Average Joe series
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/search?q=engellma...
Official Website:
http://www.engellmann.com/%22
Alexandra Engellmann for Beyond Sanity Publishing
Fill this simple Google Form to sign up for the giveaway.
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1VFHv...
Five winners will receive the first two books of the Sky Ghosts series in any ebook format and have a chance to read the rest of the series for free. Giveaway ends on December 1st.
Title: Sky Ghosts / Author: Alexandra Engellmann / Genre: Urban fantasy /
Action / Romance
Sky Ghosts: All for One (Sky Ghosts #1)
sky_ghosts_all_for_one
Jane and Pain are Sky Ghosts – and they kill for a living. Highly trained
bodyguards by day, they patrol the New York streets at night to keep the city safe from their enemies, Sky Beasts. One night they save two young men from their enemies’ blades and find themselves in the middle of a war. As they put their lives at stake to save their wards, the main mystery remains unsolved: why would the Beasts hunt two ordinary human boys?
Spellbinding and violent, Alexandra Engellmann’s Sky Ghosts series is exactly
what Urban fantasy fans are looking for – a blend of action, humor, mystery, and a
unique magic system.
“Sky Ghosts is a great mixture of sword-fighting, humor, wit, sexual tension,
and “imperfect romance” that brilliantly lets the readers feel like the
characters, while supernatural, are fairly ordinary people underneath it all.”
– Joe Jackson, author of the Eve of Redemption series
Sky Ghosts: All for One
Sky Ghosts: Marco (Sky Ghosts #1.5)
sky_ghosts_marco
It was hate at first sight. She broke chairs on his head, and in return he broke her
bones.
When Marco joined the New York Sky Ghosts Headquarters, he expected trouble.
What he didn’t expect was a girl half his size that would turn his life into hell.
They spilled too much of each other’s blood for any hope for reconciliation. How
did it happen that they ended up spilling blood for each other on a daily basis?
“I laughed a lot while reading Marco. The silly teenage nature of him and
Pain combined with their stubborn natures and violent streaks made for some
suitably hilarious and cringe worthy scenes.”
– Belart Wright, author of the
Average Joe series
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/search?q=engellma...
Official Website:
http://www.engellmann.com/%22
Alexandra Engellmann for Beyond Sanity Publishing
Beyond Sanity Publishing
Hey There!
I am Irum Zahra and I am proud to introduce myself as a person who depends on words to define feelings.
I really want to stay updated and connect with readers and writers here in Pakistan.
My first book, Psychaotic has sold over 500 copies worldwide and over 1000 ebook formats.
I am currently running a publishing company by the name of 'Beyond Sanity Publishing'
which is now accepting submissions for all genres. I have currently 6 projects up and running and I will sign 6 more writers in January.
I am looking for writers who are are searching for guidance and recognition.
My publishing company is presently providing Proofreading, editing, Formatting, Ebook conversion, ISBN allotment, Copyright, Reviews, Book photography, Paperback printing, Cover design and much more.
To know more, follow, irumzahra.wordpress.com
Here is my email:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
I am HERE for ALL writers. Please let me know if you or someone you know needs a publisher who ca understand and guide instead of Exploiting the writer.
Cheers!
Me?
I love music, it is the cure to all frustrations. I primarily love rockand metal music but I tend to deviate often to orchestra and Alternative rock.
There are three things I love the most in the world:
Rain, Books and Coffee.So the best time for me to review YOUR book would be winters. logo(Summers are cool too! ADD tea in it)
There is never enough detail you can know about a person.
Read more of their work, and you’ll know more about them.
Here are few more links you'd like to see:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/BeyondTheEdg...
https://www.facebook.com/PsychaoticIr...
https://www.facebook.com/IrumZahraOff...
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
For Reviews and Submissions:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
TouchTalent:
http://www.touchtalent.com/artist/433...
Twitter:
@IrumZahraWriter
Instagram:
irum.zahra
"And then, I have nature and art and poetry and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
-Van Gogh
I am Irum Zahra and I am proud to introduce myself as a person who depends on words to define feelings.
I really want to stay updated and connect with readers and writers here in Pakistan.
My first book, Psychaotic has sold over 500 copies worldwide and over 1000 ebook formats.
I am currently running a publishing company by the name of 'Beyond Sanity Publishing'
which is now accepting submissions for all genres. I have currently 6 projects up and running and I will sign 6 more writers in January.
I am looking for writers who are are searching for guidance and recognition.
My publishing company is presently providing Proofreading, editing, Formatting, Ebook conversion, ISBN allotment, Copyright, Reviews, Book photography, Paperback printing, Cover design and much more.
To know more, follow, irumzahra.wordpress.com
Here is my email:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
I am HERE for ALL writers. Please let me know if you or someone you know needs a publisher who ca understand and guide instead of Exploiting the writer.
Cheers!
Me?
I love music, it is the cure to all frustrations. I primarily love rockand metal music but I tend to deviate often to orchestra and Alternative rock.
There are three things I love the most in the world:
Rain, Books and Coffee.So the best time for me to review YOUR book would be winters. logo(Summers are cool too! ADD tea in it)
There is never enough detail you can know about a person.
Read more of their work, and you’ll know more about them.
Here are few more links you'd like to see:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/BeyondTheEdg...
https://www.facebook.com/PsychaoticIr...
https://www.facebook.com/IrumZahraOff...
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
For Reviews and Submissions:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
TouchTalent:
http://www.touchtalent.com/artist/433...
Twitter:
@IrumZahraWriter
Instagram:
irum.zahra
"And then, I have nature and art and poetry and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
-Van Gogh
October 19, 2015
Beyond Sanity Publishing Presents 'The Youth Of Pakistan'
When I started this platform, I never thought I would be able to help as many people as I have in less than a year. I started Beyond Sanity Publishing to help, guide and promote writers from Pakistan and from around the globe.
I am very proud of what I have accomplished.
Today, Beyond Sanity Publishing has launched it's first publication, "The Youth Of Pakistan" by Hafiza Noor.ul. Ain. She is an emerging writer from Pakistan this book is her debut book.
"The Youth Of Pakistan" circles around the social, Political, Religious and Economical issues and practices in Pakistan. It focuses on the positive aspects new ways to look at Pakistan.
This book, represents the youth of Pakistan and their power to change the society of this country. Beyond Sanity Publishing will be giving 10 Ebooks and 5 signed paperback copies in return for a review and recommendation. Interested readers and writers should contact: irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
Here is the Link to buy 'The Youth Of Pakistan' By Hafiza Noor.ul. Ain on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Youth-Pakistan-...
Here is where you can buy it on Kindle:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016...
I am very proud of what I have accomplished.
Today, Beyond Sanity Publishing has launched it's first publication, "The Youth Of Pakistan" by Hafiza Noor.ul. Ain. She is an emerging writer from Pakistan this book is her debut book.
"The Youth Of Pakistan" circles around the social, Political, Religious and Economical issues and practices in Pakistan. It focuses on the positive aspects new ways to look at Pakistan.
This book, represents the youth of Pakistan and their power to change the society of this country. Beyond Sanity Publishing will be giving 10 Ebooks and 5 signed paperback copies in return for a review and recommendation. Interested readers and writers should contact: irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
Here is the Link to buy 'The Youth Of Pakistan' By Hafiza Noor.ul. Ain on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Youth-Pakistan-...
Here is where you can buy it on Kindle:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016...
June 23, 2015
Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poets
I'm very Happy and Honored to announce that the third installment of the Poetry Anthology Series, Mirrored Voices is Published! It has writers and Poets featured from around the globe.
I am lucky and honored to be in it as well.
I have 4 books on my credit now. Congratulations to all the authors who are featured in this literary history making event.
This combined poetic anthology embraces free thinking of the untapped mind and spirit. The vast array of best contemporary poets from around the globe share their voices together in harmony. Various styles and thoughts flourish amongst the pages, bringing emotions to life and creating beauty from nothingness. The writers included in this collection have been selectively chosen to represent the best modern talent of the age. The list of extraordinary poets featured within include such great talent as Paul Morabito, Aric Cushing, Jason P. Hein, Laura Madeline Wiseman, Regina Puckett, Laura Crean, R.M Romarney, Clarissa Simmens, Mark Green, Irum Zahra, Laura A. Lord, Regis McCafferty, Roberto Carlos Martinez, Linda Dobinson, Robert G. Brown, Carolyn O'Connell, Sherry Rentschler, Ben Ditmars, Christopher Meesto Erato, Jill Roberts, Dr. Leesa Abbott, Nichia Morales, Andrea McKenzie Raine, Koyel Mitra, Helle Gade, Terri Cannon, Jerome Michael Bailey, Harika Kottakota, Hafsa Idrees and Kristy Rulebreaker.
Here is the Amazon Link:
http://www.amazon.com/Mirrored-Voices...
I am lucky and honored to be in it as well.
I have 4 books on my credit now. Congratulations to all the authors who are featured in this literary history making event.
This combined poetic anthology embraces free thinking of the untapped mind and spirit. The vast array of best contemporary poets from around the globe share their voices together in harmony. Various styles and thoughts flourish amongst the pages, bringing emotions to life and creating beauty from nothingness. The writers included in this collection have been selectively chosen to represent the best modern talent of the age. The list of extraordinary poets featured within include such great talent as Paul Morabito, Aric Cushing, Jason P. Hein, Laura Madeline Wiseman, Regina Puckett, Laura Crean, R.M Romarney, Clarissa Simmens, Mark Green, Irum Zahra, Laura A. Lord, Regis McCafferty, Roberto Carlos Martinez, Linda Dobinson, Robert G. Brown, Carolyn O'Connell, Sherry Rentschler, Ben Ditmars, Christopher Meesto Erato, Jill Roberts, Dr. Leesa Abbott, Nichia Morales, Andrea McKenzie Raine, Koyel Mitra, Helle Gade, Terri Cannon, Jerome Michael Bailey, Harika Kottakota, Hafsa Idrees and Kristy Rulebreaker.
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http://www.amazon.com/Mirrored-Voices...
June 17, 2015
To Play A Broken Record
I hate it when I am trying to write about things such as life, career, parents, friends, freedom, life and death…
But my entire mind agrees to talk about you.
I keep trying to rewrite what I have, remake what I am. And all I manage to think is how you are so content with happened to us, that you sleep just as perfectly fine as any other person. A person who isn’t in love, and why? Because you say that there is no time and space left for real love. So what am I supposed to do then? Cry?
I sure as hell have cried too much. Way too much, and I keep missing you. Not on big occasions, well yes on them too…but on little things. Like your favorite coffee…like your favorite place to eat and how you like to eat. Your disgust on things…and it makes me utterly allergic to that specific thing at once with no reason other than you, you alone. Every time I try and focus on things, you’re the one who sneaks inside my brain and corrupts it. Suddenly I want your hands wrapped around my waist. And your lips near my ears telling me to slow down. Because there is a coldplay song on the radio in your car; and you want us to be in that song.
Together
It really is; a shame for us to part.
Am I supposed to forget you? Like you forgot me?
I was your psycho. And you were my therapist. I fell in love with you. And you tore yourself away from me. You should, come back and haunt me. Even for one more time.
Just once
I want to show you how I have learned to smoke so secretly. I want to tell you how many drugs I have tried. I want you to see my eyes. Darkened with sleeplessness and I want to prove to you that I am not a drag.
No.
I am doing something with my life.
I am trying. I am fighting.
Not just to survive, but to live.
I am brave. I am living without you.
It’s a hard thing to do, but I am trying to.
One day, I’ll see you. You’ll be right in front of me. And I would be able to reach out and kiss you.
I am waiting for that day. I am still hoping…Which means I am alive.
To Play A Broken Record,Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
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But my entire mind agrees to talk about you.
I keep trying to rewrite what I have, remake what I am. And all I manage to think is how you are so content with happened to us, that you sleep just as perfectly fine as any other person. A person who isn’t in love, and why? Because you say that there is no time and space left for real love. So what am I supposed to do then? Cry?
I sure as hell have cried too much. Way too much, and I keep missing you. Not on big occasions, well yes on them too…but on little things. Like your favorite coffee…like your favorite place to eat and how you like to eat. Your disgust on things…and it makes me utterly allergic to that specific thing at once with no reason other than you, you alone. Every time I try and focus on things, you’re the one who sneaks inside my brain and corrupts it. Suddenly I want your hands wrapped around my waist. And your lips near my ears telling me to slow down. Because there is a coldplay song on the radio in your car; and you want us to be in that song.
Together
It really is; a shame for us to part.
Am I supposed to forget you? Like you forgot me?
I was your psycho. And you were my therapist. I fell in love with you. And you tore yourself away from me. You should, come back and haunt me. Even for one more time.
Just once
I want to show you how I have learned to smoke so secretly. I want to tell you how many drugs I have tried. I want you to see my eyes. Darkened with sleeplessness and I want to prove to you that I am not a drag.
No.
I am doing something with my life.
I am trying. I am fighting.
Not just to survive, but to live.
I am brave. I am living without you.
It’s a hard thing to do, but I am trying to.
One day, I’ll see you. You’ll be right in front of me. And I would be able to reach out and kiss you.
I am waiting for that day. I am still hoping…Which means I am alive.
To Play A Broken Record,Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
Order Here:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
May 13, 2015
Perceptions
Perceptions
Perception is a second word for judging something or someone by what they do, or did or are planning to do... perception is to believe that a person would behave exactly how you imagine he/she would and it’s not even unethical it is completely justified by our actions. We think and do what is right because our heart tells us to. We don’t think for a second how that would affect anyone else. All what matters is; what we think. What we perceive. Everyone sees things in their own way. The meaning of perception varies from person to person. For a writer, perception is everything. They would judge things in a manner no one would. Because they create art. They are artists. Just as everyone is of their own lives. We all decide to paint our lives differently. Some with sin others with morals…
Perception is also that false hope, which ruins our faith, which makes us insecure and which makes us trapped in the idea that love doesn't exist… And there is no salvation. There is no one for us. And even if there is, we don’t see it that way. We continue to linger in our negative imagination our false hopes and dreams and then we turn so miserable, that we don’t sleep at night.
We start to think about all the things that could happen to us, change us, make us better. But what we are doing is to build more dreams on already broken dreams. There is no building made. There is no tower of light. You’ll keep falling trying to build those up but they won’t stand a chance. You’ll lose. There goes your future-false-hope. See you make a twisted story in your head that you will eventually get past all of what holds you back from what is better and what is beautiful…riches or success or fame or power…or beauty…youth… but this all just an illusion. Daydream. It’s a lullaby you use to sleep at night… you keep on imagining things to happen in the most amazing ways anyone could think of. And everything looks so beautiful and perfect till you fall asleep. When you wake up the next morning, you’re the same person who wants a dead black coffee because know you have to live another day on this planet full of morons.
Why can’t it all come true? Because you only imagine yourself doing it. You don’t actually do anything about it. Nothing. You wake up you have breakfast, you spend the day complaining and listen to everyone complaining about everything happening to them …you lay in your bed and then you start to build that fallen fort again. I dare you. One day, don’t build it. Don’t think about anything. Don’t start the illusion. Don’t imagine anything. See if you dream anything different. See if you dream about killing someone. Killing someone you hate. No wait, that would be a nightmare since we’re all so goddamn ethical.
We all do that. Judge. Hypocrisy will be the death of us all. And quite frankly, we love being hypocrites. It’s a day to day game of pretend-you-like-someone-you-want-to throw-acid-at. We are such good actors. Acting as if morals and rules are so perfect and we are so good and model citizens because we pay our taxes. The whole world is filled with people who kill people in their minds just for the heck of it. And then they visit their churches their mosques…their cathedrals…false hopes and false beliefs. They all hide under them. Hide their faces and what they truly are. They know. They know it so very well that they are animals who have learnt to perceive things the way they want them to be.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
Perception is a second word for judging something or someone by what they do, or did or are planning to do... perception is to believe that a person would behave exactly how you imagine he/she would and it’s not even unethical it is completely justified by our actions. We think and do what is right because our heart tells us to. We don’t think for a second how that would affect anyone else. All what matters is; what we think. What we perceive. Everyone sees things in their own way. The meaning of perception varies from person to person. For a writer, perception is everything. They would judge things in a manner no one would. Because they create art. They are artists. Just as everyone is of their own lives. We all decide to paint our lives differently. Some with sin others with morals…
Perception is also that false hope, which ruins our faith, which makes us insecure and which makes us trapped in the idea that love doesn't exist… And there is no salvation. There is no one for us. And even if there is, we don’t see it that way. We continue to linger in our negative imagination our false hopes and dreams and then we turn so miserable, that we don’t sleep at night.
We start to think about all the things that could happen to us, change us, make us better. But what we are doing is to build more dreams on already broken dreams. There is no building made. There is no tower of light. You’ll keep falling trying to build those up but they won’t stand a chance. You’ll lose. There goes your future-false-hope. See you make a twisted story in your head that you will eventually get past all of what holds you back from what is better and what is beautiful…riches or success or fame or power…or beauty…youth… but this all just an illusion. Daydream. It’s a lullaby you use to sleep at night… you keep on imagining things to happen in the most amazing ways anyone could think of. And everything looks so beautiful and perfect till you fall asleep. When you wake up the next morning, you’re the same person who wants a dead black coffee because know you have to live another day on this planet full of morons.
Why can’t it all come true? Because you only imagine yourself doing it. You don’t actually do anything about it. Nothing. You wake up you have breakfast, you spend the day complaining and listen to everyone complaining about everything happening to them …you lay in your bed and then you start to build that fallen fort again. I dare you. One day, don’t build it. Don’t think about anything. Don’t start the illusion. Don’t imagine anything. See if you dream anything different. See if you dream about killing someone. Killing someone you hate. No wait, that would be a nightmare since we’re all so goddamn ethical.
We all do that. Judge. Hypocrisy will be the death of us all. And quite frankly, we love being hypocrites. It’s a day to day game of pretend-you-like-someone-you-want-to throw-acid-at. We are such good actors. Acting as if morals and rules are so perfect and we are so good and model citizens because we pay our taxes. The whole world is filled with people who kill people in their minds just for the heck of it. And then they visit their churches their mosques…their cathedrals…false hopes and false beliefs. They all hide under them. Hide their faces and what they truly are. They know. They know it so very well that they are animals who have learnt to perceive things the way they want them to be.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
