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And all da stuff written here iz an illusion ov reality, so dun think im in love wid u or sumthin lol







jaafar
June 8th
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Karachi
ive been through life like a tormented young child and also as a kningt in shining armour, been through hard times nd some sweet moments. ive cried and tried, succeded n failed, been talked about and spread rumours my self, broken some hrts and mended some... ive been beaten and beaten some,been on top and sometimes down below, now tht i look back at my life, i say to myself, time to change and so i start a new journey ... a new life... oh and these blogs came 2 me along the way :)
   

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Thursday, November 27, 2008
World peace is a myth

Ever since I was a child I had heard the term of “World peace” the Utopian ideal of planetary non-violence. This term is used by so many people all around us, from the speeches of presidents to motivational speakers, to the candidates of the miss universe beauty pageant. World peace is the concept that we are led to believe is within close reach and that it is just around the corner…but does it really exist?































Useless blabber:



http://www.gimmiethescoop.com/finding-inner-peace-why-world-peace-is-a-myth


http://www.thecheers.org/article_72_World-Peace-Myth-or-Reality-.html


World Peace is a myth.

By: Jaafar Jabbar

 

Since childhood the concept of world peace is shoved down ones throat as if it can truly be achieved, but can it really be? This *concept* of world peace is a universal mistake, for what really is world peace, what are the criteria’s needed for one to say *world peace* has been achieved?

 

 

The concept of world peace, that ideal of freedom, peace, and happiness among and within all nations, is a long lived one. It is the professed ambition of many past and present world leaders. Since childhood we have been led to believe that world peace is not just a goal but is within close reach. This

 

 

Ever since I was a child I had heard the term of “World peace” the Utopian ideal of planetary non-violence. This term is used by so many people all around us, from the speeches of presidents to motivational speakers, to the candidates of the miss universe beauty pageant. World peace is the concept that we are led to believe is within close reach and that it is just around the corner…but does it really exist?

 

Ever since “life” came into existence, billions of years ago, a state of conflict has existed.

This state of conflict has always been present in the hearts of men, for it all boils down to the basic economic term of “scarcity”. We, as humans, realize that our survival depends on our control of all important scarce resources.

 

Wars have been fought

 

This state is there for one reason alone, “survival of the fittest”. Time is a filter of all things. Slowly and gradually the weak species dies off leaving the strong to battle within themselves.

 

 It all boils down to the basic economic term of “scarcity”. Humans, the most advanced of all creatures know that in order for them to survive, the scarce resources must be controlled.

 

 

 

The weak has always exposed the weak for its own benefit and the survival of the fittest filtered the best possible


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Monday, July 02, 2007
Isqh ki Inteha

Piyar jo kerliya hamney terey mukhrey sey

Jism tera apney dil sey na utar sakey

Key teri roh teri seerat

Sey hum iskh ker bethey.

Man ki un gehrayiyoon sey aik aah jo nikali

Naam tera hi zubaan per aya

Ghuda ki kassam utarwallon ga

Is zameen per apney piyar ka saya.

Un zalimoon ko bolney do

Hamarey piyar ko bekaar

Mittl mein miljayein gey

Sarey muhabat sey kafir.

Chaand Taarey to kal ki batien,

Mein sari qainat terey kadmoon taley bichadoon

Bus tu hath mera thamley,

Mein khuda ko tak bhuladoon…

Na pooch mujh sey

Hai kiya merey ishq ki inteha

Ja poocha us khuda sey

Jo tha merey piyar ka gawa…


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Saturday, June 30, 2007
That something special?

So where do we go from here? For our journeys come to an end...
I still dont know what to say, these feelings i cant understand...
Tell me am i your lover or just a friend?
For these emotions i cant comprehend......

As i fail to say those 3 vital words, you walk away...
Watching you leave was the hardest thing
knowing i could have done somethin, even harder
For you were the one, noe i know, all alone i sing......

A year has passed, no word by either side...
Was it a battle of vits, or an ego-drivin joy ride...
Is it to late to fix, is it to much of a hassle?
Have we lost what we had, that something special...



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Thursday, June 28, 2007
...End...

In a river of darkness, deep down below

The wounds this heart took, the wounds i could never sow

Your image still there in the eyes that never stopped dreaming

Your breath still fresh and the heart that never stopped beating...for you.

The world may have mocked my love

The world can kiss my ass

For you were mine, even but for a moment

My dream came true atlast.

The angel of death shows mercy in his eyes, the gods shed a tear

Yet i cry in vain with you in my arms, my love, my dear...

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Love in Tears.

A sealed up secret wish,

A tender memory no one can ever know

Whod have guessed, behind all that innocence

U were just another hoe

Sometimes life plays tricks, you gota stay strong

Unlike those lying bastards tht make me puke

The stakes were never any higher

Time to unleash the inner desire

Wilted rose upon whom I cry

Might has fallen before the lovers tie


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Saturday, January 13, 2007
If i cld run away...

Studies were crampin ma style, teachers were mockin my despair

Sxol was filled with ugly chicks with faces full of hair

Oh yes I think I was in hell, life was pretty swell!

Cant say lifes great now, lines a lil long gota wait

I so wanna fuck, but my ass is just outa luck

Low on cash and osamas still lose

Im a muslim but I soo wanna drink some booze!

Im loosing my fkin mind, and I aint getting paid

About time i headed on to lasvegas to get laid!

Get drunk and marry a stripper tellin her I loved her

The sex wld be great thats till I got sober

Low on bodily fluids, and low on cash

That's when I'll take a taste of ma first hash

Out on the vegas streets I'd hop like a kangaroo

Wake up next to ma next wife and ask her, who the fuck are you?

Get kicked out, and any prospect of makeup sex is gloomy

scratch my head and think of going back to self employment, or turnin to sodomy

Oh yes im still in hell, and lifes still fkin swell!


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Monday, December 11, 2006
Bubble Of Extasy...

I was looking for things in her that were never there

Lost in a bubble of extasy thts abt 2 expire

Somehow in someway, you make me feel alive

Heart hasn't known a bigger desire�

 

And so I sing, sing for you

Sing my heart out to you

Talk to me, make me feel wanted

Talk to me, make me feel alive

Talk to me�make me feel loved

 

See your face in obliviated dreams that were not all the pretty

Except for the fact that your nearer to me than you really are

Somehow in someway, you make me feel alive

Kiss me now, make me feel loved�

 

And so I sing, sing for you

Sing my heart out to you

Talk to me, make me feel wanted

Talk to me, make me feel alive

Talk to me�make me feel loved

 

I stop and take a look at my life, something as empty as water in sand

Come close and hug me soon, for you make me smile

As I listen to the songs that remind me of you,

I cry with joy, knowing you were close, even if just for a while�

 

And so I sing, sing for you

Sing my heart out to you

Talk to me, make me feel wanted

Talk to me, make me feel alive

Talk to me�make me feel loved

 

I think its about time I quiten down, for your not listening

About time I find another way

So I wipe the tears and leave a wish that I made for you

And hope one day, you kiss me

For somehow in someway, you made me feel alive�


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Friday, June 02, 2006
im sorry...

*screams*

lost all perception of wht iz reality

lost a lot for da sake of a few dat never reli cared

mebbe its da truth tht I am of most scared

am I losing you all over again, for you were once mine

once in a place far away from reality

in a place as unreal as this place

am I losing you all over again for I hav lost my self …

or will your love save me from the depths of hell tht I hav reaced ..

I guess time to wonder has past … onli da strong shall last

Jst hopin tht fr once .. love means a thing

But I hav lost all tht relli matered, all for ppl tht never really cared …

Nd for tht … im sorry … oh so very much

*silence*


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Friday, March 24, 2006
reasons dont work in da real world!

Tryin 2 reason urself outa sadness wont work no matter how hard u try

Da best medicine 2 sorrow, I know, iz jst sit bak nd cry

For u got only one life 2 live nd one 2 give away, no time to try

Jst move along � da answerz will come once in ur life

U will find happiness�jst give it some time�

jst sitin nd thinking ov u as I stare at this blue wall

hearin echoes ov my screamz tht I gave out in da hall

wiping da tears dat jst dunt seem 2 stop�

holdin ma head in despair for all I did seemed 2 flop

im a loser in a battle tht has yet 2 b fought�for I dun think I can win

I answer questionz dat need 2 be answerd all wid a grin

Givin a devilish smile knowin diz iz a waste ov time�

Diz worldz goin 2 hell� no reason left 2 rhyme�

Tellin ma self dat reason dunt work in da real world...

For if they did....rite now ..ud b mine...


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Sunday, March 05, 2006
me existence

A sad song can make me cry

For a true frnd, ill gladly die

Its all about me and my personal issues

Filled wid sorrowz, sadness nd tear wet tissues

Filled with heartbreaks, filled with blod stains

Filled wid times I spent alone in da rain

Times I spent thinking of u

Times I thought I waz in love with u

Times I saw my mother cry due 2 my mistakes

Lifes no movie, its got no second takes

Saw ma granddad die in frnt of me as a kid

Thinking I cld have helped makes me sik

Times I saw ma dad worry cuz of growin costs

Times I wanna kill ma self, fr being so selfish

Times I cursed ma god fr nt makin me rich

Fillied with regrets of things tht I cuzd 2 end

Times I cried, times I lied, jst 2 keep a friend

Im not who I seem 2 be, im much worse

Im not a jolly guy tht u might see

Im not sum1 tht ud like 2 see

So turn arnd and walk away

Times runnin out, don't regret

Im jst a face on da subway

Which soon ull forget


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