False Hope

Eyes throb with blurred vision
Endless sunrise, a shimmering mirage
Could it be true?

No, it's a lie.
Blink once again.
Endless sunrise,
Dancing towards infinity.

Expectations,
Motivations.

"Seeing" is not "sight"
Until registered in the brain.
I refuse to believe,
I refuse to believe.

Our Loss, Heaven's Gain

Arsh I was never one of your close friends but that means next to nothing. Out of all those guys I initially didn't approve of, I have to say that you were definitely the one who seemed to have the kindest heart. I always wondered how you got your hair to stay like that, and how you made hearts out of sheesha perfectly every time. I won't forget the times that we drank chai, hated on my sister together, and I told aaisha that I finally approved of her friends. Yeah I never knew you that well, but it doesn't matter now, since I won't be able to, and the actions of one took you away from everyone who loved you. You were the only non muslim guy I'd ever heard of who gave his salam to those around him. You never drank, and I wondered how someone could have so much willpower at their hands. I hope God will grant you paradise. I hope that this changes the perspective of our entire city, all of your friends, and all of those around you. At the cost of your life, maybe people will think twice about drinking and driving, and maybe a couple more lives will be saved, all because of you. Rest in peace Arshy, we won't ever forget you. <3

http://www.calgarysun.com/2012/01/09/university-student-killed-in-crash-mourned
In memory of Arsh Brar, 1992 - 2011<3

You call it "a death by drinking and driving"?
I call it manslaughter.

The Rose

Well aren't we one of the same? We're different petals, nonetheless situated on the same flower. Oh we bloom simultaneously, and absorb the same rain. We pool our abilities to create an image of magnificence, one of elegance. Beautifully flaunting our capabilities, it seems, in stillness and tableau; nevertheless growing together, as always. But aren't we so different? Growing and changing ourselves, in such miniscule amounts, not even detectable by the naked human eye! How absurd it is to account for these changes...

Until we realize that these "miniscule changes" account for much more than we thought; alas, one petal must fall before the next.