Am a working mother of three.Am loyal and generous & Patriotic. Active in games and interactions.Some times m Impatient and hasty. I feel am influential in organizations & m fun to be with.I loves to socialize and like everyone else Loves praises & attention by my sweetheart & Love to be loved by him.Am very honest and trustworthy.Don't like pretending & m not egoistic Take high pride in myself & Hate restrictions Loves to joke & have a good sense of humor. more »
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Faeza gilani Poems
Every moment the world wants something new. Novel evenings And novel dawns,
A little mixed up
Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not among the dead. Though I'm getting more forgetful And more mixed up in the head.
Book OF Life
This is the Book of your life Read it with your heart's eyes page after page it's laid before you what happened to your desires?
Long Before Time
Long before the beginning of time Before the light, the night, the dark,
Would you like to see, The soul within my soul drifting and trreading fading away In the abyss of dark blustering oceans
My Sweet Love
As I go about doing chores around the house I think of you and your sweet velvet kisses The gaze of love with those yielding eyes
He wrote 'I am sorry! ' Please get hold of your self!
Want to know the reason of my melancholy Of all those memories, thoughts, sadness and sorrows
All my life I had been wondering relentlessly through the unfamiliar terrain
Thinking about those serene, semidiurnal times, Walking down the memory lane
Sitting by the hope's door In the long lonesome night
Don't love him
I don't Love him, And yet, am sad when he's not around We argue and fight about every little thing I never tell him, What's on my mind;
Don't have any desires Yet I desire too
NO, NO, NO
Surely, it's not love, No, NO, No,
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the world wants something new.
And novel dawns,
And fresh nights
And blatant vows
And novel copulations
And new appreciations
And bygone tales
Isn't what they really admire
This constant grinding of phrases and words
Had me haggard and wearied out
So I wrapped them all so exquisitely
in a finest wrap I could find,
And then threw them all
In the fiery pits of my heart,
Screaming and crying ...