Irum Zahra's Blog - Posts Tagged "psychaotic"

I wanted to write yesterday, and all I did was stare at a blank piece of paper with a pen in my hand. There is a thing, a weird spot for writers and I was stuck in it.
It frustrating because you want to write but you can’t since your head is either:
Filled with so many thoughts they can take a year to line up, or
Blank in all directions and passages.
I was victim of the second. What I did, to solve that, is talk to a friend who also happens to be a writer (No surprises there, I mean twisted people like to be friends with the twisted minded). And as I was reading what he wrote, I was inspired to write. It was not copying or making excuses for not writing, but it is because someone writes and he or she writes to inspire someone, somehow.
So thank God for the Muse.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

So this morning when I went to get some groceries, I saw an accident. It was the 8-9 a.m. morning rush here. The accident happened when one car tried to overtake another on a highway. The accident itself wasn't as much damaging to thoughts as was it's reaction. It was disturbing that people kept going their way regardless of what happened in the middle of the road. It's fine that you are busy going your own way, but there were people inside. They might be hurt.
It's not our job to tell people what they can or cannot do(Unless we're people of the law-Which we are not) but you can give a suggestion.
One shouldn't get that selfish that on road to goals, you ignore people who might be hurt or are important to you.
Everyone matters.
Everyone has value.
Never forget that.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

Everyday I wonder if I'll write...And if I'll write good enough. These thoughts make me go over and over the things I have already written and even, sometimes, makes me doubt myself.
Evolution in writing is a necessary entity. If one day you're writing about love and the next day about how to survive without that love, I think you're doing good.
There must be something new, but indirectly related to the history words.
These days, I'm stuck in words because I am overwhelmed by all things around me. It can be laziness too, for the love of winters. But mostly it's too much of everything.
If you're having the same experience, take a day off. If you can't, take an hour off.
Have a big cup of latte or a bowl of soup (Because winters)
This too, shall pass.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

I read a quote a few days before: You meet a lot of temporary people from the age of 18-22. And I kept wondering about all the people I have interacted with, all the people I left, I moved on from etc.
Is it true? Do people and their shadows walk away from us over the years?
There are people who always stay by our side and then there are people who tend to distance themselves from you because what? you're 'Flawed' or have 'Issues' they can't put up with. These are the people who represent the temporary people in your life.
I say pull them out. They are weeds. Weeds in your life. Keep friends who stay by you no matter what, who love you for the big screw up you are and who listen, while others disappear.
This Holiday season, call your friends who love you for who you are.
Leave the friends who don't.
Cheers!

This year is one day shy of a new year, and I am swarmed with thoughts and resolutions in my brain.
There are so many things I want to change, in me and around me in 2015 and there are even more things that I DON'T want to change in 2015.
One must know and separate things they want to keep and things they have to let go.
This is my new year resolution.
I will let go of things and people, even... who are in way of me growing as a person mentally and spiritually and I will hold onto people who I love and they love me for who I am. It's my suggestion to everyone too. Life is too short for dragging people who will only make you feel bad.
Celebrate with people who appreciate you.
Cheers!

These three words popped into my head when I woke up today.
5 days have gone from 2015 and I already feel as if I have let go of things and I'm ready to move on.
I am going to be happy and I'll be living my life with no regrets. No, Not anymore.
I've had enough of those :)
There is a HUGE wish list I'm keeping for this year. This year is going to be the most important year for me as a writer.
I will be launching my first book in Pakistan and Will be announcing many, many giveaways!
There will be plenty of book signings and visits to cities. Hopefully!
Happy Monday!

Everyday I see and enter so many giveaways by authors and I have decided to do the same. I already have one giveaway listed here and I am planning to always have a giveaway running. So after the current giveaway, I'll be announcing another giveaway with some Cool merchandise too!
So hurry up, share the giveaway link on your Facebook or twitter pages and Inbox me. I'll enter you in my personal update and merchandise giveaway list!
Happy Reading (and winning) !

Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

Dear All,

Follow this link to enter a giveaway for two Signed copies (US, Canada, Australia) and 5 ebooks (International).

The Contest ends Feb 5,2015 So better hurry up!

Here is the link:

http://tometender.blogspot.com/2015/0...

My Dear Ariel

I was there when you were born
Red and little, so fragile
So beautiful
You were my angel
And my companion
My pillar of hope
And all that I wanted
I taught you how to ride a bicycle
And fell and broke your arm
I was sorry but you got better
And I knew no one can do you harm
One day our toys broke
And all our story books got soaked in the rain
We went to live under the sun
With glass walls around us
There were people who wanted to hurt you
And I kept all of them away
We prayed for a roof of our own
And God showed us a new way
I bought colors and pages for you
And you drew us and a cozy weather
You built new toys and I watched you play
Our walls started to grow weak
And we had to leave again
We had grown past the plants
And the kittens born in our yard
They were no longer little
They had lives of their own
I taught you how to smile
When you felt like hell inside
We made golden masks
With smiles fixed on them
We fooled everyone
Our friends and our foes
We sold all our toys
And started having fun
Day by day we lost
Every little part of us
And the masks became us
We stayed by each other
And you taught me how to stay me
I broke my walls like you broke your arm
I fixed myself too, but I was never that strong
Hush, dear rabbit
We’ll be okay
When the world crashes
And the glass walls shatter
We would still have each other
Arm in arm and it would be better
We’ll buy new toys for us
And we can’t afford them,
We’ll learn how to make them by ourselves
We’ll cry every night to sleep
And drink coffee everyday
You’ll be stronger than me
And I’ll lean on you then
When I’ll lose myself
You can pull me from the river
We’ll stay up all night
And pray to the All Giver
I’ll always love you
As you will love me
We’ll cry together just as we laugh together
We won’t let the stones shatter our glass house
Even if they do
My dear Ariel
I’ll let no stone touch you.
Hush, dear flower
You’re my only hope in this world.
May you always find love,
In places I didn't
And may you get all your toys back
Along with your childhood

Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

I hate it when I am trying to write about things such as life, career, parents, friends, freedom, life and death…
But my entire mind agrees to talk about you.
I keep trying to rewrite what I have, remake what I am. And all I manage to think is how you are so content with happened to us, that you sleep just as perfectly fine as any other person. A person who isn’t in love, and why? Because you say that there is no time and space left for real love. So what am I supposed to do then? Cry?
I sure as hell have cried too much. Way too much, and I keep missing you. Not on big occasions, well yes on them too…but on little things. Like your favorite coffee…like your favorite place to eat and how you like to eat. Your disgust on things…and it makes me utterly allergic to that specific thing at once with no reason other than you, you alone. Every time I try and focus on things, you’re the one who sneaks inside my brain and corrupts it. Suddenly I want your hands wrapped around my waist. And your lips near my ears telling me to slow down. Because there is a coldplay song on the radio in your car; and you want us to be in that song.
Together
It really is; a shame for us to part.
Am I supposed to forget you? Like you forgot me?
I was your psycho. And you were my therapist. I fell in love with you. And you tore yourself away from me. You should, come back and haunt me. Even for one more time.
Just once
I want to show you how I have learned to smoke so secretly. I want to tell you how many drugs I have tried. I want you to see my eyes. Darkened with sleeplessness and I want to prove to you that I am not a drag.
No.
I am doing something with my life.
I am trying. I am fighting.
Not just to survive, but to live.
I am brave. I am living without you.
It’s a hard thing to do, but I am trying to.
One day, I’ll see you. You’ll be right in front of me. And I would be able to reach out and kiss you.

I am waiting for that day. I am still hoping…Which means I am alive.



To Play A Broken Record,Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

Order Here:
[email protected]