Chaotic Scripters

CHANGES What is it that changed between us? What is it that tore us apart? Everything was going pretty well Out of nowhere The storm hits so hard? I'm trying to figure out If it was my mistake But every time I apologise You said I wasn't responsible for your dismay You've been with me when I needed you the most I've stuck on your side when your angry face asked me to go I've also ran away from you, and you pulled me back in your arms That smile on your face, promising to tie our bond Every time the strings break apart Fainted hopes and engraved memories  My only spark, in this dreading dark I feel myself burning and shattering apart I would never want to you to leave  But if it is matter of your bliss... Would you mind  burying my heart before soul departs? _Guzi

Did you ever imagine that one fine morning, when you wake up from bed and look around, nothing is going to be the same? What would it be like to live a life totally different from what you are living right now? Well, now imagine when you wake up and you find that you are not the person you dreamt of. You are just some one else. You are a person who strangled your desires because the people around you wanted you to do so. Because they thought what you were doing wasn't right. They wanted you to kill your ambitions and dreams. Would you be happy? Or would you be sad and give it the name of fate and say that maybe its a test of life. Just remember one thing, if you are in a circumstance where you aren't happy and you are not doing anything about it, its not fate. Its the way you chose to be. And choosing to suffer when you can get out of the circumstance is a way of punishing yourself for nothing. Get up, you still have a chance, a life. Heaven isn't a place where you...

We're all blinded By beautiful masquerades Stumbling over our own pieces Slitting through the darkest of the caves We've all learnt to conceal our scars But the scars, crave to be embraced Why is it that we yearn for the things we can't have? Why is it that we ignore the best of blessings in the process? No, it isn't the absence of mind Nor is the broken heart supposed to be blamed Maybe we're too busy defying ourselves Too busy competing each other As to whose life is in the darkest state There might come a time... When bliss might welcome us with the warmest embrace And we might turn away Fearing it might destroy us By bringing us out of the most loved 'The Melancholic state' _Guzi Do drop in your views

10 Tips to get the best out of the blessed last 10 Nights of Ramadan 1. No matter how good or bad your Ramadan went, enter the last 10 Days well prepared, with pure intentions, full energy and a positive outlook. 2. Listen to or read the Tafsir of Surah Al-Qadr to know about this amazing night, to switch that mode ON and to keep it remained ON for all the nights. It could fall on any of the last 10 nights. 3. Choose the most comfortable place for worship in your home or Masjid. Avoid leaning on pillows & cushions while reciting Qur’an or Adhkaar so as to keep your back straight. 4. Switch off your mobile phones, iPads and Laptops if possible. 5. If you’re alone, recite the Qur’an in a loud beautiful voice so that your ears & heart remain involved with the recitation and you don’t feel drowsy. Plus it has an amazingly calming effect trust me! If you’re not alone then you can recite in a normal volume not to disturb others but can listen to a Qiraa-at in high volume...

It's been quite a while since we had our basic human rights. But still, where do we stand with them? How do they influence our life? There are still many households which think that girl education is meant to find worthy husbands. There are people who think that boys are supposed to be the bread winners of the house and there are still many who think that if a girl is educated above a certain level, she becomes capable to take her own decisions. Oh my! How absurd is that? An apocalypse, right? Every human, irrespective of the gender has a right to choose their own life. So what if there is a boy who is hardworking but still wants to be a cricketer instead of an engineer? So what, if there is a girl who wants to build an empire with her talent in the corporate sector? People are different and its okay. They don't need to be biased or judged based on their choices. I have heard people commenting on the result of an entrance. They said that it would have been better if t...

There is not much difference Between dark and light Its one and the same Except one is in the show while the other hides. The allure of darkness is something not right Yet are drawn to darkness, the purest of lights What you call pure May just be an impurity hidden What you call strength May just be a weakness within It seems just an opposite Only by the sense of light Otherwise there is no such difference Between black and white.

You can’t invite disasters and then complain of being destroyed. Yes, you can’t. Everyone has their own choice, agreed. However, choosing a pricky path and then complain of being hurt is no solution, nor it is going to help you in any way. For once, it is okay to make a mistake. It is fine to be hurt once by the thorn under the rose. But if you’re hurt again, by the same thorn, then it’s your fault. Repeating the same mistake is a choice nor an unfortunate event. If you say that your life depends on the rose above the thorn, then you probably are choosing to be hurt. ALERT! You are making the same mistake, again. Life does not depend on materialistic stuff. It’s just human brain that tricks into believing it. No person, no relation, no addiction, nothing is important more than you’re will to survive.   Addictions do have an end. You just have to find a way. Be it person, drugs or a simple 'chai', if its causing you pain, you have to get rid of it. The sooner, the b...

Live for yourself. Pay no heed, to the demons Scraping off your layers That reveal nothing but hate. Never let Your white heart Change its colour because of someone else. Yes, people leave. Let them. You need some peace. For there's good in everything And nothing happens Without Almighty's will. So yes If its dark now The morning sun Will soon shine Bright on your face. Trust your abilities. Not your equipment or conditions. No, nothing is difficult Once you commit to it. So, hold yourself together Like you've never done before. Don't promise, to be a happy person. Just promise never to lose hope, For that's the only thing That'll help you breath. No matter what Everything will be fine Slowly Eventually And definitely. 

Hidden feelings, rotten emotions Broken ties, there's another loose thread I looked upon the sky Thinking where I lost But there was this fresh air That always mocked. Like sand and water Everything slipped from my hands Even when I tried holding on I never had a say in that. I lied to myself That everything would be fine Perhaps in a day, a week or a year Or sometime in my life. But it was just a nostalgia That I was treating myself into Little did I know That everything was supposed to drift apart And everything was supposed to vanish.

“What the hell!!! How could you finish your lunch without giving it to me? You knew it was my favorite” Soofia screamed, catching hold of Mehvish’s neck. “SOOFIA! You don’t want to go to jail by doing that” Mehvish exaggerated by moving vigorously.   It was Ameena’s usual behavior, whenever she gets angry on someone, she would hold their neck and shake them a bit. However, the best of our teachers, Mrs. Faroza, wasn’t aware of this. She was literally the best! Best means 'THE BEST' . Don't miss the heavy sarcasm. As Soofia and Mehvish were carrying on their drama, we sat back, enjoying it until Mrs. Faroza stepped in. “Oh my GOD” she stared, as though her eyeballs might pop out any moment. “You are attempting a murder, Soofia?” she yelled, putting down the pile of books she was holding. “No no ma’am, we were just playing” Mehvish jumped in. “Don’t take her side Mehvish, I know she was trying to kill you” The second she ended her sentence, all of us burs...