TOYS in DUSTBIN

Lying down with coma

Flying high with cola

Shadow follows with a heavy twig

With memories burried via dig

Feelings change

With a stare of outrange

People throws TOYS into trash

TOYS are people, they lead to hash

Huge monsters come across

To your limits never uncross

Heavy burden on your feet 

Always prepare to meet

Never let people undestimate you

Cuz from your life you will forever be sue

Let blindness wash away from fake mask

Why is a question is always to ask

Most of Friends are not always real

Never try to be close to and reveal

Yourself to them

Cuz for some

Will always land up with a face of glum 

They misunderstands you alot

Just a bundle of cloth

Blindfold your eyes

Always notice with your size

A methaphor of you can learn to understand 

Where you will able to stand

They use and throw you in dustbin

Short version to say in bin

Like on Facebook

You can do anything to face and read a book

Whether it can report block or unfriend you

With block, you can't see

With unfriend you can see

This is not the solution

Not the beginning of evolution

A material to be used

Is like a same to be abused

Swallow your tears

To forget someone will take years

Make your heart strong

But heart can be wrong

Follow your brain

So that you don't become like others insane

Heartbreakers are those who can't digust themselves

Just a pile of bookshelves

They land in your pole

To knock you off with their own control

Make sure in life you have someone with

Not someone who can lead to bad path like a devil or a witch

Written today: 25.01.12

It was a heartbreaking to tell with methaphors 

But who I have written to

The person will understand 

That I am Nothing to them But full of TOYS

and They are Only suited into DUSTBIN

According to THEM

Pari Ali

Blindness

Heavy metal lied on her head

Those very ugly words are said

She near to be a stone

but always been alone

She lied in sand 

Never crossed her limits with one hand

She was your chance

Hence

You have lost it

You better admit

With a hole in her heart

She want to run away with a cart

She took all in easy way

It may take months or maybe in May

She cared for all

But no one really call

She screamed 

Her body creamed

No one understood her

Everyone judged her with a blur

Windows were shut 

She hids under the hut

With a silent tear in her eyes

No one was near to hear her cries

She took a light of flame

She never claim

But she shut her mouth

She landed in south

The coldness of her feet

Never was set in her seat

She was unconditionally treated badly

By her actions people took her madly

She creeps under her quilt

With a sigh of breath she covers herself in bedquilt

Her feet was swollen with illness

With a BIG heart she forgiveness

Whom the people who cut her hand with a saw

A scar left just like the cat with its claw

She bends with gentleness

People thinks she is mentalness

Her brain is automatic defected

Her body is same effected

With a sail of boat 

warm of her coat 

She lands up in North

People are enemies and wants to take her to South

Black and White

She steps into bright 

Where she can learn to differentiate between  good and bad people in her life 

So that she can proof to be someone's wife

Let her recoverness be a quick cut of knife

So all the enemies can go to hell in wildlife

She will somehow suffer from all the pain she has got

With experiences she will have to learn alot

She has to leave from badness

And wash away all the sadness

Not to become madness

or Blackness

or Blindness

But become Brightness 

May she get her dreams all true

Please Pray for her

This girl is non other than Me...

Written (24.01.12) 

by 

Pari Ali