[Know-the-Ledge]

Today I phoned your number but it was out of service
I rang the operator and she said this person doesn't exist

I waited for your knock on my door but it never came
No one had opened my 'private' mail and it felt so strange

I checked the fuel gauge on my car and you hadn't left me a bill for filling it
I get a wash in return, but you only do it for your loyalty points - cheapo

I ran to your house but they told me you don't live there anymore
I begged them for a forwarding address, but they told me heaven is a place too far




Seeing Tahir's name on the forum always reminds me of one thing, that one day my father will be gone, but for now, i'm so glad he's here. He said that the day I was born, was the happiest day of his life, he knew his family was complete and I was to remain the youngest and most cherished. There's epic Kodak moments of me an hour old.

Heaven mights be at a mother's feet, but the door to it is through a father. He's one in a million, if I could be half the man he is, i'd have lived a succesful life, society just doesn't make them like him anymore.
He makes me feel so inferior to himself; I only wish I could tell him this to his face. He makes me laugh so much, classic wit

I just can't express his devotion to me and my love for him in words. So I have nothing to declare, but the unknown quantity...my LAL

This post has been edited by Know-The-Ledge: 24 December 2011 - 03:17 PM

[Know-the-Ledge]

He's very deep, throughout my teenage years he used to tell me many eastern versions of the 'tears of a clown' poem and wisdom. He was the only one who could see it in me. On hindsight, i've realised how much at pain he was to tell me and have it resonate to me, what I was doing to myself.



Aanso Ki Keemat Woh Kia Jaane Jo Har Baat Pe Aanso Bahaty Hein..
Aanso Ki Keemat Zara Unse PoCho Jo Ghum Mein Bhi Muskuraty Hein..!


It seemed that he just lived his life
Like a puppet strung on wire
With a painted grin and laughter thin
And stupid clown's attire

You can stand there with the others
Watch while he puts on a show
But how he keeps it running
I'm sure you'll never know

For he has loved and laughed and lost
Got sidetracked by life's game
Now there's not much left to live for
Got no pennies to his name

Still every day he goes to work
Those motions he goes through
And he tries to hide behind a smile
But the emptiness shows through

He walks the street of shattered hopes
Full of pain and sad regrets
And if you stand and watch him
He's a wooden marionette

Sometimes he tries to love again
But his heart gets in his way
Like a silly clown with a popped balloon
He struggles every day

His tears he can't cry freely
Afraid the world will see
That his broken hearted lonliness
Saddens his friends like me

There's milllions more just like him
And some of them you know
They're all just clowns assembled
And they put on quite a show

Just laugh at them, if that brings joy
But I think you ought to know, sometimes,
Frowns are smiles turned upside down
So broken hearts won't show

This post has been edited by Know-The-Ledge: 24 December 2011 - 03:42 PM

[Tahir-Riaz]

Know-The-Ledge, on 24 December 2011 - 03:09 PM, said:

Today I phoned your number but it was out of service
Seeing Tahir's name on the forum always reminds me of one thing, that one day my father will be gone, but for now, i'm so glad he's here.

Correct priority is wisdom. My selection was unwise and still is. I have realized that there is no cure for this flaw. Either you have or your don't.

I think about my dad every single day. YaNabi.com is a symbol of his efforts. I can't describe the happiness he felt when I started helping him out on the site.

Dad, I think I never told you this.........

I really love you a lot

KTL
Guhlshan mein Gulabo Ki Kami Koi Nahi Hay
Daulat Keh Hay Ambar Magarr......
Teri Kami Hay.....

[Fekay]

Excellent thread! Gets you thinking...