Thursday, February 12, 2009



Allow me once
oh u please
to take u back,
where we started,
And then ride you here,
So that we both can see,
Who was wrong,
Who was so wrong that we are aparted,
From those around I hear a cry,
And in me it so dry
I want to tell you everything,
But i feel dumb,
I know its painful,
Just i cant feel,
The pain is in your heart,
Is visible through your eyes,
I can see but cant just feel,
As i no longer am alive,
Although i breath, eat and listen,
But i cant speak,
My ideology is changed,
And so is me,
I am so quite and the silence is in me,
No longer i wish to be free,
I hope for death,
As I seek for sleep,
As nothing is left,
For me to see,
But before i leave,
I wish to cry,
Holding you tight,
I wish to die!

-IllusiOn!

P.s(I know this is not a very fine piece of mine while reading i know you will come accross of alot of mistakes for whic i am sorry by my heart!)




The fear in me
helps me never
in searching you
despite the fact
that i miss u
the heart in me
loves you
my brain never respond
on any feeling of your's
it makes me quite
quite and silent
as its before storm
the storm comes
just aftr you leave
it takes away everythng
that is with in me
and it too like you
makes me alone!
All alone on my own!
-IllusiOn!
P.S(I dedicate this poem to people who felt this feeling, the feeling of loneliness even in crowd)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009



Querulous ! (شکوہ)


Moving my hands,
In my hairs,
Slowly and softly,
With my closed eyes,
I still wonder,
Chasing back time,
So little it had been,
Apart from you,
Those beautiful days,
Where sun sings and bloom the lanes,
Where "you" & "me" got "we",
& from where "we" got "you & "me"
Those moments i can never forget,
Things! yes they change,
But why they so quickly do so,
When i count on my fingers,
A fact makes me realize,
Years are passed,
But when i miss you,
It feels,
So little it had been,
Apart from you!


-Illusion!


SLOW POISON!


You are killing me,
slowly and conciously,
as each day i am living,
without you is hard,
but when its with you,
its evn worse,
when you are apart from me,
I am unable to feel,
anything but you,
and when you are with me,
it's again you i am surrounded with,
i dont like life this way,
you knw!
When you are present with me around me,
losing you or getting apart fears me!
And this just tears me,
reading me through these lines,
getting happy and you're enjoying,
Smilin beautifuly,
or you may be laughing,
but its me who's facing,
you are important,
evn wen i dont want so,
i know we'll be apart,
stop this fear of mine,
come and tell me its so fine,
oh! My loved one!
The slow poison of mine!
by me do comment!


-Illusion!


Words Count:137


Butrfee!
I can feel her still,
She, so dead in my hands,
Thought i didn't mean too,
But she was killed by me,
As I took her breath,
Butrfee! I am so sorry,
Holding you in hands,
And feeling you,
Was a dream of mine,
But seeing you dead,
This reality holds my breathe,
Your wings were my inspiration,
Easpecially the design and combination,
They were like you Butrfee!
Beautiful and adorable,
I know its so bad of me,
The apology of mine,
After killing you,
But Butrfee!
PLease Beleive me!
Losing you was even worse for me!
As I still miss you!
Even after so many years!
You inspire me
Oh my butrfee!
I love you!
-Illusion
Words Count:116
Dear readers i dedicate this poem to the butterfly (butrfee) killed by me her feel is still with me..

Monday, February 2, 2009



My Angel Doll !

For mummy she was a doll,
For daddy she was an angel,
For brother she was an inspiration,
But as time passed,
Things started changing,
Now she was a girl with 21 age,
Still she feels the angel in her,
Although no longer no one sees,

Her choice was different,
Instead of fishes she love seals,
With freakles on her face,
She was lost one day,
All they searched but she was not found,
Her mommy asked teachers,
About her genius daughter,
Her teacher replied she was an aimless person,

On way back home with eyes watering,
They all wre hoping for a miracle of her return,
Oh! yes she was back to her home,
With all she faced,
She was neither an angel nor was a doll,
She was girl with loads to call,
Words made her an angel and her a doll!

-Illusion




I dont know weather this poem reflects me or it dont. I being the owner, the poet of this poem dedicate this piece of mine to .a. .. who made me wish to be boy ( she will be the only reason why i want to be a boy ;) so th i cud marry her ) *hugs*

Sunday, February 1, 2009



My Love .. Words Matters...

Loss of words,
made me once again,
to make an effort towards searchin you,
you my love, my destiny,
my wish my only pray,
As i walk in past,
And found you out,
you! My inspiration,
my only destination,
your name,
it brings a smile on my face,
oh yes! I am with words again,
Who say you are nowhere?
As you are everywhre,
In my poems in my writtings,
in my eyes in my feelings,
in my heart in my dealings,
See you filled me with words again!



-IllusiOn!

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