Sunday, August 26, 2007

why...do all good things come to an end?

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Monday, August 13, 2007

Sunday, August 12, 2007

lifehouse...

old poem...

i wrote this poem ages ago....but i still love it...it's simple and straightforward...maybe tht's y...it's a good thing i had a soft copy of it...coz i am afraid all my poems and stories have been lost in oblivion during the current house-shifting frenzy...

I can!
I can walk on a rainbow,
And melt in the rain.
I can catch a shooting star
In the twinkle of my eye.
I can steal the colors of a wild butterfly
And I can stop spring in its track!
I can be lost in a sunset
And be found in the jungle.
I can even tame the wildest of dreams!
I can trap the sun in a jar
And hold the mountains on my palm.
I can kiss the rising Sun
And cast a spell on the moon.
I can dance with the angels
And fly with the birds.
But I can’t…
I can’t make you love me!!!

Sunday, August 05, 2007

flower...

It's funny : the kind of things u stumble upon while rummaging through old, forgotten diaries...and how those scribbles can remind you of a particular event, or time, or person....


when i am gone
remember me
like a flower;
remember the fragrance
but dont remember
the thorns

Friday, July 20, 2007

new poetry...

The sailing ship on the horizon
Swayed you away from me
The crazy winds of August
Blew you away like an old leaf
I had found you in pouring rain
And I lost you in a sea of pain
You and I were ‘We’ in that split second
Before the thunder struck


C/O Tracy


Monday, June 04, 2007

Finding Poetry......

I thought I had lost the gift of poetry...but this came and saved me from me.
This is the first thing I have written in months.......



Broken Promise

The sound of a broken promise is the sound of a heart breaking
The death of a promise is followed by
The death of colours
The sun sets in a black world,
The moon loses its shine.
Flowers bloom and die in utter anonymity
The changing of the seasons goes unnoticed…
The paths of future are blurry
And the memories of the past hazy...
Only the pain is fresh…
Like an unhealed wound
A scar—a constant reminder of the way things were
The sound of a broken promise….
Is the sound of a thousand cries…
It is the sound of a mirror breaking into a million pieces..
The empty words hang in the air….
Like an ominous token
The dark shadows of the promise lurks
In the corners of the mind..
Pricking and probing the unguarded heart…
The broken promise is written in blood…
The sound of a broken promise is the colour of blood.
The sound of a heart breaking…is hushed….

Friday, June 01, 2007

yesssssss...............

You Are Jean Grey

Although your fate is often unknown, you always seem to survive (even after death).
Your mind is your greatest weapon, literally!

Powers: telepathy and telekinesis, the ability to project thoughts into the mind of others, communication with animals

Thursday, May 31, 2007

uhh...

You are a Lavender Rose
You represent love at first sight and enchantment.
Your vibe: intense and intriguing
Falling in love with you is: deep and meaningful

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Shortest Love Poem

Hurt me. But love me.
Leave me. But love me.
Kill me. But love me.
Hate me. But love me.
-----------Tracy

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Keane...

........Keane is my new musical obsession...Love their Music...

Monday, February 19, 2007

Victory is sweet...

WE won the Pop Quiz Night!!!! How utterly cool is that!!! It feels sooo good to win something...
Team EYE ARE members are Rob, Will, Dereck and myself. We had a blast of a time...and we won a decisive victory.....47 points...that's Massive!!!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

I wish again...







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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Happy Valentine's DAY

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone.
Some (borrowed) thoughts on love on Valentine's Day-
"Love is not finding someone to live with, It's finding someone you can't live without. "~Rafael Ortiz
"You call it Madness, but I call it Love" ~Don Byas
Say "I Love You " in
Arabic - Ana behibak
Filipino - Mahal kita
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
German - Ich liebe dich
Hungarian - Szeretlek
Italian - Ti amo
Luxembourgeois - Ech hun dech gäer
Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo

Nostalgia...

Nostalgia is a funny thing: it comes back and hits u in the face when u are least expecting it. But it is also a warm-cold feeling in ur tummy, a tingling sensation in ur heart. It reassures you of your past yet roots you to your present. It brings back old memories and enmeshes them to your moments- creating a kaleidoscope of time and longing, of hits and misses and of things goneby and things yet to come...
When I woke up this morning (ok afternoon) I was stunned to find the power in our building to be gone. No electricity, No water, No computer. The entire campus had taken a step backwards into the good old days devoid of the might of electricity. In a strange way it reminded me of Home. Of my hometown - Dhaka. It was a very common phenomenon back there. Every now and then we would have power outage for abour 7-8 hours. In Dhaka we were well-prepared for it-- stock up on books to read in the absence of tv and the internet, fill the buckets in the bathroom with water, fill the water filters with drinking water. In London this unexpected power outage caught me completely off-guard. I thought I would die of thirst; I had cold bread for breakfast (ok ok Brunch)and couldnt have tea becoz I use an electric kettle to boil water, I was scared with the early nightfall (about 5 ish) how would i spend my evening and night given i dont even have a torchlight.
But of COurse I needn't have worried so much: This is England, not Bangladesh. Power came back within half an hour, after reminding us of our excessive dependence on electricity (electric cooker, Electric kettle, fridge, lights, warm tap water). In an odd way I was also thinking of the New York blackout of 2003.

Like I said nostalgia jumps in front of u as suddenly as a deer on a highway when u r driving at 90 miles per hour. But it was a nice fresh dosage from the mundane routine of daily student life. Now that I have my computer running and I have done the daily ritual of checking all my e-mails, reading the newspaper back home, facebooking, IMing, I must go back to my studies.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Purple IS my colour...

..no matter whic shade. But the following blogthing test clarifies further:-
You Are Lavender

You are a sweet person with a very soft personality.
People become easily entranced with you. They seem to glow around you.
You have a quiet energy that can keep you active late into the night.
Even if you aren't the life of the party, you definitely keep the party going.

Hmm I have often wondered...

...whether I was a socialist or a capitalist...this is why I love blogthings...it gives you all the right answers.
You Are 20% Capitalist, 80% Socialist
You see a lot of injustice in the world, and you'd like to see it fixed.As far as you're concerned, all the wrong people have the power.You're strongly in favor of the redistribution of wealth - and more protection for the average person.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Lectures meet Literary talent? Not!

Now this MUST be the effect of too much Arab-Israeli conflict.
Havent updated much lately, and this is the one 'poem' that I have with me and that I havent posted already so...
Although it must be said that the following is too poetic to be a newspaper article and too bland to be poetry. Note to self: The language I use for essay is starting to affect the way I write in general. Must Stop This. Needs editing though, dont have time or patiene to edit.
Eulogy for a suicide bomber.
Farah Tasneem Tracy



She wore her weapon of choice around her torso
A doomed corset of destruction hugging her fragile bones.
She looked across the street at the cafe- her nemesis, her assignment, her destiny.
A pack of office-returning shiny faces wearing shiny clothes enter into the café-
Laughing, talking as though this were a perfectly happy place;
And not the scarred, incomplete, unidentifiable piece of land
that spawned violence and bloodshed around the seasons.
She saw a little boy walk into the café with his father.
The boy’s face became the face of her little brother- her favorite companion.
Who was still smiling when they came- the nameless, faceless soldiers.
They shot her brother first and then her father.

She tasted fear in her dry mouth.
But this is revenge, she thought boldly.
She imagined the big explosion
Gray smoke, the smell of burnt skin
Pieces of hot human flesh- men, women, children- mingled in a death mess.
She thought of the smaller explosion.
The one inside her head.
Rage, despair, and hopelessness, causing havoc with her sense of reason and logic.
She imagined her own body blown to bits and pieces
Her pride- her beautiful, dark hair neatly tucked inside her scarf- charred and brittle.

She will die the death of a martyr, she thought valiantly.
A death many have died before her
And many will die after her.
Her soul will resurrect and inhabit the mind and body
Of another young avenging fellow countryman.
Countryman- inhabitants of a country that exists in their minds and hearts only.
They country that is their dream.
A small voice inside her regrets- but you have only lived so few springs.
But can you experience spring in Hell?, she asked back.
NO, you cannot.
I will leave one hell for another for in life heaven didn’t find me
And in death I won’t find heaven.
But the souls of the martyrs will celebrate the day our beloved motherland turns into heaven.

She crossed the street with proud, confident steps.
Her still eyes resolute- each second getting closer and closer to death.
Closer to end of cruelty and a ray of hope.

The faint sounds of the Magrib Azaan fades away into oblivion.
So does a few other insignificant lives.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

WordCloud...I love em...


So I thought I would wait until I have posted enough entries before generating my next wordCloud..but I just couldnt resist...I love it ...

Saturday, January 20, 2007

It Hurts...

It hurts..
It hurts at the very core of my being.
Body parts I didnt know existed hurt from the pain.
The pain in overarching, all-emcompassing.
It numbs all other feelings.
The pain engulfs the peripheries of my mind;
insulating me from all the joys around.
I cry a little everyday.
I dont know when I will have cried enough.
The sound of a love-struck heart breaking is muted;
but the loss is immense.
When the memories come crashing down
it is hard to stop the tears.
Too much to forget.
The mind doesnt know how to compartmentalize,
when feelings take possession over all other thoughts.
There is void, that threatens to stay.
There is a silence that cannot be overcome by noise.
Why does it have to hurt so much?
Maybe the pain will subside...maybe not.
Maybe the feelings will go away...maybe not.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

how i wish...

You Are A Romantic

You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.
Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.
Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.
Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!

my taste in music...?

Your Taste in Music:

Adult Alternative: High Influence
90's Alternative: Medium Influence
80's Alternative: Low Influence
80's Pop: Low Influence
80's R&B: Low Influence

Friday, January 12, 2007

I wish ..i WISH the following was true...

Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!

You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.
A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.
Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.
And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!

The return of blogthings...i just LOVE em

Capricorn - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits:

You are serious about relationships and ready for a commitment.
You tend to help your partner attain the success they dream of.
You are a rock. Relationship problems don't seem to phase you.

Your negative traits:

Sometimes it's very hard for you to accept your partner's past.
You are emotionally reserved, and difficult to connect with.
You expect your partner to take care of you - and make cheat if they do not

Your ideal partner:

Is incredibly powerful and well respected.
Is often older than you - and could be a superior at work.
Has a good amount of money... or the ability to be rich someday.

Your dating style:

Practical. A "get to know each other" coffee date is just fine by you.

Your seduction style:

Bossy - you like to be the one in charge in the bedroom.
Slow and patient. You know that good sex takes time.
Calculating. You'll use sex to get ahead, if necessary.

Tips for the future:

Open up. A little emotional expression is a good thing in relationships.
Leap before you look. You don't have to run a cost benefit sheet on everyone you date.
Enjoy the now. No need to worry about marriage on the first few dates.

Best color to attract mate: Dark green

Best day for a date: Saturday

My dream house test...I wish...i lived in a ...

color=#505A84>What`s your ideal DREAM house?

A Castle.

Your ideal house would be a castle, perched high on a hill far from the stress and worries of everyday life in the cities. You love the isolation from society and would prefer to spend time strolling through the forests and admiring (or shooting) the native wildlife that you encounter than deal with the hustle and bustle of the cities and modern day life.

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