Use Somebody

I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
 Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you Off in the night while you live it up
I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me Someone like me I'm ready now
Someone like you
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
I've been roaming around up
Looking down at all I see

pixie lott

n i a s s u h a y n a h

H aving it all
A nd knowing it all
N ever letting it go
Y ielding as much as i can
A nd holding on

H as me thinking that
U nderstanding
S uch feelings is
S o enlightening so
A s to what point will
I surrender and
N ever to let go

EVERNEVERNEVERNEVERNEVER

looking beyond

afar

in the distance and seeing the smile of wisdom

the smile of love

the twinkle in the eyes

the thoughts lost in a vast sea of illusions

could he?

did he?

does he?

of course he does!

could she?

does she?

did she?

of course she did

then why all this misery?

because we are and always will be the culprit of our own distruction....

can we make it better?

of course we can

but is it too late?

maybe

maybe not

who knows?

he knows and always will

forever and ever

n
ever

n

ever

n

ever

never?

one small mistake can change the result.... always see from each angle not from what it just seems like to you!

love

Hanya

Christmas

Besides the trillions of smaller things, the one thing I missed whilst living abroad in Pakistan was Christmas. I absolutely love Christmas time. My favourite season of the year is winter so combined with the yuletide festivities I could really not ask for anything more. Now don't get me wrong, the holly jolly Christmas season is not about religion for me, and neither is it the massive commercialised coca cola Santa Claus either!

The flavours of Christmas clementines, cinnamon hot teas and spiced apple pies, eating chocolates with no remorse and receiving gifts from neighbours you have never spoken to! I love it for the warmth you feel indoors and how home becomes your sanctuary after a long cold day.

My favourite Christmas memory has to be the one where dad would pack all the kids into the car and drive down Oxford street to show us all the Christmas lights. To this day I like to go and see the Christmas lights! No anar kali or liberty could replace that childhood memory or for that matter even come near. Christmas has nothing to do with my religion and many people around me suggest that celebrating it in any manner is wrong, however the memories linked with the innocence of childhood cant be erased.