This is my favourite among my poems, and sometimes i wish i hadnt written it, because I always feel that none of my other poems measure up after this one


Lost at Sea / Hope begins in the end

There is a storm brewing outside
and it matches the one
raging in my heart
It is in fact kinder than the one
tearing me apart

I’m lost at sea and on the way
I must have lost everybody
because I’m all alone now
I’ve been set adrift but I can’t recall
Where, when or how

The turbulent sea is calmer
than my own emotions
The stark sky is not as dark as my plight
It wouldn’t matter where I row
there is no shore in sight

I don’t say a word
for even if I cry out loud
there would be no one to hear my call
My voice may break but
my cries will reach nowhere at all

Such utter desolation
Even the murky waters do not reveal
what lies in their depth
It would be just another drop in the ocean
all night if I wept

There is no horizon at all
Nothing that separates
the dark sea and the darker sky
Just as it makes no difference
whether I live or die

The cold wind bites into my flesh
and with it comes fear
numbing down my defenses
Dare I even make a wish
before I lose my senses

So I looked up one last time
and saw the beginnings of light
And that is when i realized you see
that I had forgotten God
but God had not forgotten me…


Nada Rasheed Quraishi

Ok, i tried my hand at song-writing once, and here it is...

Look at me,
I am the first ray of the morning
Feel me,
I am the touch of the wind

Seek me,
I am there in every darkness
Find me,
I am a part of all the light


Chorus:
The magic will live
Long after we are gone
From old stories,
New stories are born

The music will linger
Though the curtains may fall
Times will change
Love wont change at all



Trust me,
I am your guardian angel
Follow me,
I am your guiding star

Sense me,
I am present in all your senses
Think me
I am there in every thought


Chorus:
The magic will live
Long after we are gone
From old stories,
New stories are born

The music will linger
Though the curtains may fall
Times will change
Love wont change at all



Touch me,
I am the beauty of the dewdrop
Hear me,
I am the sound of the waves

Sing me,
I am the words of your song
Love me,
I am with you even though I’m gone


Chorus:
The music will linger
Though the curtains may fall
Times will change
Love wont change at all

The magic will live
Long after we are gone
From old stories,
New stories are born...

Nada Rasheed Quraishi

Life is a joke! Just cant figure out why i'm not laughing though. Anyone who thought that the teen years were difficult, or growing out of them was hard- wait till u hit 22.



Lemme tell u what being 22 is. Being 22 means...

Realising and ACCEPTING that dreams dont come true

Not having the luxury of throwing a tantrum at ur parents

Not having a clue what the next four months hold for u, much less the next four years

Actually missing exams and studies

Not being old enough to run your life

Not being young enough to whine about it

When photos of guys arent the kind u drool over in magazines with friends, but are potential husbands

Understanding financial problems but not being able to contribute substantially towards solving them

When you're spending most of your day with your 1 year old nephew

Realsing that your being an engineer does not make a whit of a diifference to you in particlar or the world in general

Knowing that no matter how much you love to write, this blogspot is probably as far as ur gonna get

When a good novel does not fulfill u as it did before, and you want something more to make you complete, but u dare not admit it even to urself



O boy, that was depressing, but looking at the brighter side of it...

I still have 16 days left before i turn 22!!!



Nada Rasheed Quraishi