tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69621852009-10-01T23:19:43.919+06:00Writings Of An Outsider Looking InWritings On Love, Life, People & Things That Affect Us All. Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-88987576906473080662007-09-15T13:51:00.001+05:002007-09-15T13:51:41.292+05:00Go Aish - Lake Go Aish - Lake Originally uploaded by Umair Mohsin A host of 'adventurous' activities await the person who visits 'Go Aish' Adventure Park. Chairlifts are just one of the many attractions here.Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-36707924775210886192007-03-28T12:25:00.001+05:002007-03-28T12:25:10.528+05:00Haider Ali Haider Ali Originally uploaded by Umair Mohsin. Haider Ali, is Pakistan's finest Truck Artist. He's even had his work displayed at the Smithsonian Museum, USA under the Silkroad Folk Festival.He started his work when he was just 12, working alongside his father after school. 14 years laters, he's amongst those who're changing the face of this art.This picture was taken by me in 'Golimar',Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1143815707215443302006-03-31T19:35:00.000+05:002006-03-31T19:35:07.236+05:00Homeward Bound.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Homeward Bound, originally uploaded by Umair Mohsin. Truck From Peshawar heading towards Karachi with a bale of cotton.Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1138180135557148462006-01-25T14:07:00.000+05:002006-01-25T14:08:55.613+05:00On Death & DyingI saw my first death yesterday. I was visiting a relative at a local hospital that deals with patients suffering from heart problems. This person i saw was close to dying (suffering from a cardiac arrest) when i visited and died whilst i was there. It wasn't a pretty sight, that anyone whose seen a person dying can testify to. Relatives crying and hugging the now dead body intoning it to come Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1115875607320301742005-05-12T03:26:00.000+05:002005-05-12T10:26:47.320+05:00Flight Of The Moth Flight Of The Moth Posted by: umairmohsin.Slow Shutter Capture of Moths Flying Around an Incadescent Light, Bhurban, Pakistan.Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1115362528999145862005-05-06T04:55:00.000+05:002005-05-06T11:55:29.000+05:00Falling, Falling, Fall Falling, Falling, Fall Posted by: umairmohsin.Waterfall, Bhurban, Pakistan.Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1109921099644015892005-03-04T11:49:00.000+05:002005-03-04T12:24:59.650+05:00Mi Amour?I had never planned to love you. But somehow i just did. I don't know when was it that i started loving you. I don't know when you became the most important thing in my life, but it happened and i was helpless against it....against your strong tides that swept me away. I wish that i had known that you would also drown me. I remember how I had been shaking and blushing when i had told you about Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1106641752055471532005-01-25T13:26:00.000+05:002005-01-25T13:29:12.056+05:00The Face In The CrowdI am the silent spectator. The observer of the ongoing drama that unfolds everyday on these mean streets of life. Sitting on the kerb i have seen it all happen in front of my eyes, day in and day out, like an incessant rhythm that you wish would stop, like the poetry that you wish wasn't read aloud. I have seen them. I have seen them all. I have seen people with business and without business. I Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1106249888785968742005-01-21T01:30:00.000+05:002005-01-21T00:38:08.786+05:00Saying GoodbyeClick!...Whirrr!..Click!.....Whirrr!....the flash of the camera and the whirr of the film were my last memories as I said goodbye to them silently. They were lost in their own world...having fun, laughing, chatting together and I was lost in mine, contemplating my new life ahead. A life in which none of them had a part to play anymore. They didn't know that of course but that was only because I Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1104310266342328102004-12-29T13:50:00.000+05:002004-12-29T13:51:06.343+05:00The Year In Review: 2004 Another year gone by, another revolution around the sun completed, another round in the wheel of life closes. The end of the year is always a good time for introspection. To contemplate upon the mistakes made, to dwell on things that we've learnt. It's a good time to give blessings for what we've gained and to move on from what we've lost. It's a time to look forward with hope towards a brighterUmair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1103611924613903472004-12-21T11:45:00.000+05:002004-12-21T11:52:04.613+05:00Meet Are some people just meant to be in our lives, to play a part, even after we think we have lost them or have forgotten them. What is the role of accidental meetings, coincidental phone calls (the ones that go Hi!! oops, i'm sorry, i mistakenly dialed the wrong number...take cares), coincidental mass emails sent by mistake to an address which still lies in your address book which you've never Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1103356017263476462004-12-18T13:41:00.000+05:002004-12-18T12:46:57.263+05:00Duality When you look at me, what do you really see? Do you see who i am, what i really am like inside, or do you see what everyone else sees? Do you listen to what your heart says or do you listen to the 'herd'? I'm not like what i tell the world i'm like. I'm not the strong person whom you might think i am. I'm no loner. What i wouldn't do to just sit with you and laugh the entire night away, like youUmair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1102068679226346842004-12-03T15:02:00.000+05:002004-12-06T17:58:06.966+05:00BlindedPerhaps my greatest mistake in life was liking you more than i should have. Maybe i should have treated you like i treated the 'others', with a slight disdain, a 'don't know, don't care' attitude, but i didn't. I liked you immediately. I think i started liking you from the moment you said hi. The way you said it, i knew we were going to go great together and i was so right. It was if i had found Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1101994530524614912004-12-02T18:34:00.000+05:002004-12-02T18:35:30.523+05:00The Promises You Make I get so easily seduced by what you say to me. Those sweet words flowing like a melody from your lips entice me, make me want to believe every word that you say, make me want to believe everything. Those sweet promises that come to nothing still make me fall into your arms...make me long for your kisses... make me want you everytime you tell me what you will do Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1101679011094775182004-11-29T02:55:00.000+05:002004-11-29T02:56:51.093+05:00Do You Belong To Me? Yet another unsatisfactory talk. Yet another day my heart got broken. I don't know why i couldn't tell you that i was longing for the only happiness that is you all day long. That i was eagerly awaiting the moment when i would snuggle into my bed, turn off the lights and then talk to you. I wish i could have told you that i love you. That i would do anything for Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1100085878644916112004-11-10T16:23:00.000+05:002004-11-10T16:24:38.643+05:00The Sound Of Silence The Sitar was plucking at my heart. Every second of that haunting music drawing more and more of me out into its ethereal world and making me cry out in pain. I don't know why i was there only or why i was staying. I just know that i had wanted to be alone. I wanted to get away from it all. Life was getting to me again.....like it always did...............
I Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1099911268159456632004-11-08T15:52:00.000+05:002004-11-08T15:54:28.160+05:00Miss You The same dream that's been haunting me with your memories reappeared last night. In my dream i had been lost, struggling against the dark. I had felt myself being suffocated, every breath i took was painful....i was about to let go, when you appeared out of no where. You kissed me on my lips, and the darkness just lifted. I felt myself fly. I grabbed you and heldUmair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1099716067632654122004-11-06T09:41:00.000+05:002004-11-06T09:41:07.633+05:00Writings Of An Outsider Looking In: The Soul's WanderingsWritings Of An Outsider Looking In: The Soul's Wanderings
My other blog.
Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1099550892944880262004-11-04T11:46:00.000+05:002004-11-04T11:48:12.943+05:00Moth Look deep into my eyes. Gaze into the wells of lust that want to partake of the most forbiddon pleasures with you. They hunger for your touches, they hunger for your touch. Every move they see you make is a pain for more. Your words what gives rise to their most prolific fantasies. Your clothing what they want to remove from this world. They gape upon your templeUmair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1099460147445694402004-11-03T10:33:00.000+05:002004-11-03T10:35:47.446+05:00In Search Of HappinessI was trying to find happiness today. I searched for it all over the place, but couldn't find it. I tried finding it within my house. “Here Happiness, Here Happiness!!!”, i called out. But Happiness didn't respond. My familly was sitting there, all of them chatting merrily away, whilst i was searching. I just ignored them. I was too busy trying to find happiness.
”I know it's out here somewheresUmair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1099371363682627602004-11-02T09:50:00.000+05:002004-11-02T09:57:52.060+05:00EcstasyThe feeling starts taking over me & slowly takes control. My body quivers in its wake. It's spreading throughout my body...it's making my body ache with the sensation. Every part of me is alive to the touch. Every part of me is sensitive. My eyes close in rapture and a small moan of guilty pleasure escapes my lips.
My body starts moving...slowly...moving.....to the beat of its own rhythm. I too Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1099304424644159302004-11-01T15:19:00.000+05:002004-11-01T15:20:24.643+05:00I Can't Be YouWhen i was three, i remember how much i wanted to be like you. I would ape everything you did. I would walk like you, try to look like you and do you remember the identical shirts we both got. I do. I still have that picture in my room.
When i was eight, i still wanted to be like you. I remember how much i loved you for spending time with me. You would teach me about things that matter, look outUmair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1099301841933168542004-11-01T14:33:00.001+05:002004-11-01T14:37:21.933+05:00Commitment Shattered pieces like broken glass,
of the heart that was yours,
lies in my chambers,
while the dewy drops of my pearls falling,
wets the haven where my soul lays,
crying to right the wrong done,
and unbind the chains that hold it down,
agony afflicting its essence,
for the part that belonged to it,
belongs there no more,
and in the hopeless confines of the night,
It bleeds in what it promised,
Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1096616292565069102004-10-01T13:36:00.000+05:002004-10-01T12:38:12.566+05:00My World Is Beautiful Everyday i live is a new challenge for me. My world consists of heartaches, love lost, trust betrayed, dysfunctional family, and an emotionless living. Things that i once used to care about, don't matter to me anymore. Things that used to please me once, don't please me anymore. Everyday i curse my existence and find a new reason to take a knife to my wrists. YetUmair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962185.post-1085654725348842312004-05-27T15:42:00.000+05:002004-05-27T15:45:25.346+05:00Wanted Ad: A New Best FriendDue to foreseen circumstances, i have recently been unlucky enough to lose my best friend. Therefore, i'm in search of a new one to take the old one's place.
Job Description:
1. You will be responsible for keeping me company wherever i go and whatever i do & will expect the same from me. We will be responsible for our projects, undertakings, and implementing any brilliant / destructive ideas Umair Mohsinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260504808181597238noreply@blogger.com0