these lines are beautiful..strongly reminiscent of Shakespeare's sonnet 27 (: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
God bless your soul Shahnaz.you are beautiful..inside out
I wanted to ask you something. I was reading your blog the other day and your posts are so deep and meaningful, I just want to give you a hug!
I have a passion for writing too! Can I ask how do you find the time to write and do you write in a coffee shop or at home? In the evenings and on a laptop with a cup of coffee...? I really want to know all the details!
Also how often do you go to the gym and whats your daily routine like…?
I wish we could meet... as we were supposed to... You promised it years ago... You abandoned me... you mistreated me... But, here I am again... trying to find solace in your words full of pain and loneliness...
Lolzzzz SAK this ANONYMOUS is not me.... Plz do pray for dad he is quite sick n I am swaying between two ends of spectrum...... damn never felt so helpless.... Destiny! Tc Gal. Val96.
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these lines are beautiful..strongly reminiscent of Shakespeare's sonnet 27 (:
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
God bless your soul Shahnaz.you are beautiful..inside out
Hi Shahnaz,
I wanted to ask you something. I was reading your blog the other day and your posts are so deep and meaningful, I just want to give you a hug!
I have a passion for writing too! Can I ask how do you find the time to write and do you write in a coffee shop or at home? In the evenings and on a laptop with a cup of coffee...? I really want to know all the details!
Also how often do you go to the gym and whats your daily routine like…?
Hope to hear from you!
Shahnaaaaaaaaaaaz...
I wish we could meet... as we were supposed to... You promised it years ago... You abandoned me... you mistreated me... But, here I am again... trying to find solace in your words full of pain and loneliness...
Shahnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaz
Love is a worship with an aim to please your loved one for the love of your Creator.
Lolzzzz SAK this ANONYMOUS is not me.... Plz do pray for dad he is quite sick n I am swaying between two ends of spectrum...... damn never felt so helpless.... Destiny! Tc Gal. Val96.
I am so sorry to hear he is unwell. My prayers are with you all.
Much love-
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