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Poetry commissions
World-Inside-Me  Commission- The Heart of Serenity by shehrozeameen
TheGalleryOfEve Commission by shehrozeameen
ZieAwsomePrussia commission - Lirena's Exile by shehrozeameen
Kai45 Commission - For Wolfheart by shehrozeameen
Lissomer Commission by shehrozeameen
Provided are poems that I have written in different formats and using varying styles of presentation.  Each one is unique and each one has a semblance of its own.

length can vary between 8 lines and 19 lines. For epics requiring more then 19 line, I will require a detailed storyline about what you require.

themes: epics, melancholia, human nature, poetry, romanticism. No erotica. Dedications can be done. Eulogies can also be arranged.

Bear in mind that I am not a schedule driven poet. You will be notified during the drafting process, so that you can monitor the progress of the poem you commissioned from me.

I can complete one poem at a time.


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Shehroze Ameen
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Hi! :wave: My name is Shehroze Ameen.

I'm at present working in the following groups:

:groups: :iconpoetrynprosewatchers: - Founder - A place where all your :+fav: get exposure. Do give it a look :)

:groups: :iconpoeticalcondition: - Head of the Critique Department - send a :note: whenever if you want to apply as a critic to me, prettyflour or Michel-le-fou . For more details, see this journal: Critique Department Update: Critic Openings!EDIT: Duties of Critics have been added in this notice. Thanks fernknits for pointing that out. Appreciate it. :)
Hey Everyone! My name's shehrozeameen and I recently became the new Head of the Critique Department of PoeticalCondition.
This was an administrative decision taken by our boss RiseandBe. I'm succeeding NotenSMSK, who started the critique department. A gem of a boss honestly - punctual, very dilligent in his approach, and particular about how the department was being maintained. Suffice to say, life is more than dA in the end.
Me and NotenSMSK keep in touch outside of dA, so rest assured he's doing well and is in good health - but he's become busy post-graduation due to a job and other non-dA related exercises which require his fullest potential. It was a mutual decision from all three sides.
And thus, ladies and gentlemen, I have something big to tell all of you:

:groups: :iconthecritiquables: - Second in Command - a place where you get critique in exchange for critique given to members :heart: . The rules are provided in the unappreciated journal features posted every month. Come on over!

:groups: :iconevery-photo: - Staff Critic (now promoted to Co-founder) - Yes, photography critic as well. :heart: in case you ever have any photographs which you feel require attention or are outstanding, don't hesitate to send me a :note: .

What else.... I love :dalogo:. If you need somebody to :+devwatch:, or need someone to talk to about something, :note: me. but if your serious about progressing forward, I'll do my level best to help you out in any way possible...

Looking forward to what people feel about my works :)


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:new: Hear me :blahblah: / :sing: my poems on Bandcamp or Soundcloud:


:new: Apart from dA, I'm also :typerhappy: in the following writing websites. Cheers. :)

Blogger : vermilionshroudsofmyinnerself.…,

I am available for commissions as well (writing mostly :pencil: ). Here's the thumb to my commission details: Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen:
Type of Commission: poetry (though epistles are also included)
Number of commissions done: five
From the commissioner:
I love writing poetry, frankly speaking. I can write a poem between 8 and 19 lines. Provided that the theme has been carefully told by the customer, I will send drafts of my progress as often as I can. I can write in both traditional and non-traditional formats.
So far as traditional are concerned, I am not particularly good with sonnets, but I have a decent assessment of syllable count. I don't follow meter. Having said that, I have written terza rimas, rub'iyaat, villanelle, ottava rima, triolets, blank verse, and quatrain style poetry.
So far as non-traditional formats are concerned, I would like to be t
and its only for 20 :points: (my cut is 16 :twocents: , if you want it in real life amount).

Don't hesitate to go :typerhappy: when you wind up looking at my works :) Cheers.

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Hey Everyone. :wave:

Well, lets get started already:


$20 commissions available from :iconmir4nd: , for more information head on over to this forum post.

Also, :iconfashionista122: is offering commissions as well. Check out her journal for more information.

$10 commissions available from :iconblacky91: , for more information check out her commission widget, and her forum post. Blacky91 is a really good commission party, and I'd definitely recommend her to everyone.

Although not directly related with the commission in question (which are DRAGONS!!! :squee: ), these are commissions which she did for me (technically there are two commissions, but I'm showing how they came into being).

Dmitri Lineart for ShehrozeNCVI by blacky91 

Selora For ShehrozeNCVI by blacky91

Halal Varos Sketch for ShehrozeNCVI by blacky91

Kyros - Sketch by blacky91

Yitaf - Sketch by blacky91

Razikiir - Sketch by blacky91

Karaiya - Sketch by blacky91

Vigillum - Group Picture by blacky91

Oh, speaking of feature:

Mid August News: Heart JourneyAfter celebrating another cherished DeviantART birthday – and a looming one of my own – I think of the scores of blessings and the occasional trials during my own DeviantART journey. During times of personal growth, painful loss and devious changes here throughout the years, there are many that freely give love and support. After nine years, I have valued everything they have done for me. My experiences would not have been entirely the same, otherwise.
I owe a vast amount of gratitude to one deviant in particular, who ultimately gave me the courage to raise my voice in the darkness, when I was still trying to forge my path within the community. Many know of this angel who watches over us – his name is Bill, GeneratingHype. He, along with wreckling, StJoan, Moonbeam13, fourteenthstar, and Memnalar in particular – stayed by my side and offered (and continue to offer,) unwavering support.
Other dearest friends and loving beautiful soul
  30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume XXIIWhat's This?
Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. And, if there is a writer that may not be listed
 head on over to 'em. Information about the literature community provided here :D

Also, this:

Ladies and gentlemen, thelitbeast has released his new book. Also, Gary's going to be the subject of my next interview! :dummy: you hear that Gary? You're going to be the next person I'll be interviewing!!! Yayyyy!!!!

Oh, and if anyone wants a contest:

I'll be joining this soon, just need to find a suitable theme for my poem. :P

And finally,

Written in the Stars contest results:

Here's a thumb feature for the Honourable mentions of this lovely contest. Give 'em all a read.

Alright, now with that big feature out of the way:


Got tagged by nightshade-keyblade recently. And unlike every other time, I'll try and write some "ten facts" about myself, so... here they are:

  1. I have a pathological fear of insects. Leave me in a room with anything that has wing, a clawed mandibular face that senses in its environment through antennae and chemical constructs on its legs, which are attached to a trisectionated body, I'll wind up screaming for the first five minutes, and then be in a corner with eyes closed and in a foetus form, hoping that the motherfucker doesn't eat me alive.
  2. Contrary to my persona here on dA - and my more than usual flirtatious persona that I tend to show here too often - I'm shy in real life. Yes, I make friends quickly, and I bluntly state my mind often, but I'm shy when it comes to opening up. In the wuss sort of way. But I suppose I have myself to blame: I have an equally morbid fear of intimacy - often wind up feeling very uncomfortable with opening up to a person because I fear losing them. Hell, reading my dA notes
  3. I got rid of my ladies collection on the suggestion of a friend. True, I do glance at artistic nude from time to time, but I've cut down to around one or two deviations per two months. I'm keeping myself focused on reading here on dA.
  4. I eat like a hog - and I won't lie there - but my weight (my height is 5ft 9in or 1.75m) stays between 59kg and 61kg. Coincidentally I did a BMI of myself with these findings and I find that my BMI is either 19.3 or 19.9 . :dummy: I'm normal weight based on this. :w00t:
  5. Contrary to what might seem to be the case, I speak Urdu like an Anglo-Indian. this is bearing in mind that both my parents are Pakistani citizens, and my whole family traces its origins from Urdu speaking India, and furthermore that I have family friends who speak Urdu (preferring it anyway). I can write Urdu, and I can read Urdu as well, so I am fairly fluent in it (although I admit to requiring a dictionary often).
  6. I can be overwhelming. Very much so. And that is something I admit is a fault in me. So in case you are a new user, or a new watcher, you're entitled to deleting any notes from my side if they wind up complimenting you with wayy too much affection pouring in.
  7. If its anything made in Ireland, I'll buy it. I have a whole array of Irish goodies at home, and I'm proud of that. :dummy:
  8. I admit to being conservative, but just to clarify: I strongly support the independence of an individual in their passage towards liberty, freedom, and the pursuit of happiness, so long as the individual knows that this passage has with it duties governing them (duties to parents, themselves, their friends, their community, and as citizens of their country of residence); I have been a proponent of women's right to education, voting, economic alleviation, and social standing, and have supported my mom as a part of her NGO (Network for Human and Social Development) towards women empowerment, however, all women must bear in mind their duties not just as citizens of their respective country, but also as prospective partners (I mean lifetime here); I love children, and have a soft spot for them, but I admit that strict action is needed - no, is a necessity - on part of the parent, because I strongly believe that a child must know that even if things are unfair in life (or seemingly unfair as all teenagers are wont to believe, and strongly at that - been a teenager, done that too often), the difference between them and a worthless skank dope peddling mongrel birth of a half-bred bitch is how they interact. I don't mean belting or physical force, but I do consider some sort of authoritatitve push necessary. I am who I am because I know who my parents are and I know where I stand, because I had very loving, but very upright, smart, and sincerely affectionate, parents.
  9. I abhor selfishness, skanks, extreme forms of narcissism, shallow discussions, the "90s kid" style of talking, politicized polarization, physical violence, and drug and alcohol abuse; I despise impatience and I hate it when I'm pushed into completing something too quickly. 
  10. I am open to suggestion, but I admit to being rigid as fuck. Very rigid, at times.
Anyway, onward to the tag:

Feature the tagger (me) in the no.1 spot.
Feature the first 9 people to comment, for a total of TEN (10) features.
Feature your favourite three (3) pieces of each person's work.


The Lotus Woman's ChildThe fruit blossoms and flowers that grew near my father’s house in Che Chiang province stopped blooming that year in 1941. My father’s house near Ch'ien Tao Lake was always full of flowers, especially the white lotus, the sweet smelling flower that never had thorns. My neighbours said that it was because winter was at hand, but I think it was the Japanese military occupation that made it so. The fragile flower was to me, the soul of the serene province that I once called home as a child. Many asked me why I decided to leave the place that I had loved and grew up in.
When asked why I left Che Chiang, I simply replied that I was restless. I couldn't stay in my family’s house for long, and as soon as I was old enough, I left for a whole new city. I moved to Shanghai as a police officer in 1935, two years before the horrible nightmare in Nan Qing, when thousands of troops from the Imperial Army ravaged the capital. Thousands died in that
  The Huntsman
I was born in South East Asia at the end of the century. Due to the nature of my father's work, I spent my boyhood visiting so many different countries, while living in a single country in Africa for more than 10 years. I felt like I was missing out somehow, to travel nearly everywhere and live out of a suitcase, only to return to the same place to do the same thing every school year. Being surrounded by boys and girls who had likewise lived in so many places and had so many memories didn't do much to lift my spirits.
But taking courses like geography and humanities definitely fed my imagination and made me think beyond what was happening in my own little world. When I finally left my parents to go to university, I breathed a sigh of relief. Now, nothing could stop me from seeking adventure on my own. I was free to walk in the woodland that I hadn't seen for so many years. Every so often, when time and money allowed it, I would take the train and the bus to the towns nearby to explore
  The Swan SongIn a land long forgotten by history books, a lonely nomad roamed mountains and forests, driven away from his home long time ago. He travelled through towns, sleeping under bridges and on the doorsteps of cathedrals, for he had been driven penniless and was mistreated by the people of his town.
The forests of the island he wandered were kinder to him, giving him firewood to burn and fruits to eat. The animals of the forest kept a respectful distance from him and never taunted him for his unshaven face or his tattered clothes. He was never pitied by them and he never had to dance for his food or humiliate himself for a few copper pennies. The warbling of the birds in their branches was a sweet music to his ears after the jeers and cruel laughter of the locals.
But the tranquillity of the forest was soon frozen along with the rest of the world when the winter's icy breath trapped the unfortunate sojourner. He could feel the frozen grip of the powerful Lady Skadi on his world, but was depr


Window Full of Dreams by TheGalleryOfEve Life Ending by TheGalleryOfEve Rain Over Me by TheGalleryOfEve


Soul Searchingwith my emotions
carelessly sprawled
across the cutting-table
  i scratch out
  random bits of
  for that light
  at the end
  of the tunnel.
  You've Fallen For Himhe's young and tender
with kisses that let
your heart soar
like a kite dancing
on a summer wind,
he has poetry eyes
and notebook fingers
which print endless
words upon your skin
with a single look
or a delicate touch,
and he dreams
for two with every
breath that he takes
entwining his hand
with yours as you talk
the minutes away
sinking into the
sweetness of
  Letters to a Memorydear boy with-the-faraway-eyes,
moonlight crawls through my open window, filtering the august heat. august. do you remember?
it was the first time we met. in the meadow. you were like winter lost in a summer song. your eyes cold as ice.
hair careless and ebony. we just stared at each other. only a mere few seconds...
until you just turned and walked away.
you know. i never told you, but i kept going back that week. every day, again and again.
till that day we met for the second time. you'll probably grin if you ever read this. smile and say;
'that's just typically you.'
i never surprised you. i was like an open book. but maybe, i'm surprising you now?
with love, the girl-with-the-sun-in-her-hair
dear boy with-the-hidden-smile,
the scent of jasmine is carried in with the soft blowing wind. i can't sleep. it reminds me too much of you.
i can almost hear your whispering heart. just like that night you came to me in the rain. i can still taste it.
still smell it. still see how yo


School papersI got scared to throw it out
But I didn't dare to take a look
All that paperwork on the ground
Information out of a school book
What if it's important?
What if I'll need it?
What if I must learn from that?
Because I don't know shit
I was scared of even moving it aside
A constant reminder
I became a doomed carrier
Instead of a lucky finder
But the truth is
It's all old news
I failed the study
Nothing left to lose
  1, 2, 31,                 2,                 3,
1,                 2,                 3,
1,                 2,                 3,
1,                 2,                 3,
        Every once in a while,
   I want two be,
                                           Three years from now
  Smile through the tears'A perfect night to die.' She said to herself, as she walked upon the ridge. 'He thinks I'm asleep, they all think I'm fine. And the others, they just don't really care.'
She smiled, but she was crying too. The tears rolling down from her cheeks burned in the red lines she created, when she was desperately scratching 'her face off'.
'It's really not that bad, I will be fine in the end.' She whispered, as if it was a vague memory. She smiled wider, as she remembered, that always did the trick.
She stops, then drops, and then she hit the ground.
She isn't dead.
This was merely one of her thousand repetitions, falling off her bed.
She lays there for a while, just smiling, letting the tears find their way to the ground. 'It's really not that bad, I will be fine in the end.' She whispered, as if she was supposed to remember it.


Merry Christmas 2013 by Fashionista122 Precious Jewelry by Fashionista122 Business Card by Fashionista122


how to discover a justified reason for lovei want nothing more than to visit italy.
i do not want to see the crumbling colosseum,
nor do i want to fall in love
with a charming, dark-haired italian boy
working at the gelato place in sicily
who compares my eyes to stars in broken english.
i want to see the tiny town
where my grandmother was raised,
to know the rolling hills
that lie between the church and the horizon,
to see the house where she and her mother
made large loaves of bread to be given out to family,
to listen to the sounds of birds
on the farm she gave up multiplication tables for
where the men drank wine and played accordions
and the women shook tablecloths and laughed haunting melodies,
and where soldiers marched and searched
and marched and searched
and marched and kicked
and shot and left.
i want to know why she traveled,
a family of smiling emigrants in tow,
to a country they'd only ever dreamt of dreaming.
i want to hear the whispers of an eager family
from before it was left divided by the bitterness
that they
  on storms, trust, and frozen yogurtmy mind has been
quite the storm, recently.
it's not a refreshing thunderstorm
in the middle of summer.
my mind
is a blizzard
in a smog-ridden
city, caked with salt
and that disgusting brown
slush you find on streets.
i can't
never mind. sorry.
i wish
i had a typewriter,
so i could destroy words
more poetically.
but anyway,
"where are we going again?"
i spoke
without really meaning to.
i know that she's
probably told me approximately
57.5 times where we're going,
but i can't be bothered
to remember.
"your brother's house,
then to the frozen yogurt place."
she says something in reply,
but i'm singing the lyrics
to an incubus song
and can't be bothered
to listen.
for all the bothering i do
to the people around me,
i can't really be bothered
to do much of anything anymore.
wow, i am
really freaking annoying.
my mom always yells at me
for walking too loudly.
(it's weird, i know,
but she's a micro-manager
and i never listen.)
it's not my fault
i'm heavy and te
  rose of sharoni met her
under dying thunderstorms,
fervent drizzles
and late morning sunshine.
it never started out
as anything special;
i was six
and she had cats and dogs
and fish and turtles,
and i wanted to meet them all.
she was 'the mother
of my brother's annoying
best friend',
and it wasn't long before she became
my mother
dropped me off one summer day
at their small house
in the middle of town
and told me to be nice.
at that time, she was
nothing more than 'that lady
with the animals',
so i played with them,
ate what was offered
and stayed out of the way.
a routine
was formed and set in stone-
get there,
eat cereal,
play with the cats,
watch a movie,
feed the affectionate stray outside,
eat a sandwich,
bake a cake,
watch a game show,
and wait to be picked up.
it was the same as before
but now,
i was doing it with a friend.
it was weird.
i liked it.
she had become
more than 'marian',
and was now
'mommy number two'.
we'd gone to the mall
and spent half an hour
in the


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From Margret to mom and dadDear mom and dad,
I've decided to end my life. I chose to do this for a few reasons.
1. I never wanted to go to dance class. You keep making me and telling me that I’ll like it someday but it’s been 7 years and I don’t want to spend three hours a day dancing. I have no time for myself and I am tired of going there. I have no interest in dance but you keep insisting. I've never had enough time to do what I want.
2. You kept making me go to church but I am, in fact, an atheist. I don’t believe in god and every Sunday I have to hear about how I should be in hell for things that I can’t control. Dad once said that atheists aren't welcome in his house and you grounded me when I said “happy holidays” last year instead of merry Xmas.
3. You don’t respect me at all. You told me that if I didn't get straight A’s by the time I was 18 I’d have to find a new place to live. I’m 16 and no matter what I do I can’t get my grades a
  Bad Poem about Rainstrike the clouds with thunder
until they break and bleed  
tear the skyies asunder
until the rain is freed
in the blood of grey skies
unheard melodies sung
i drink to stop my cries
and wash words from my tongue
wash away what was done
wash away lasting fears
hide from the burning sun
the inferno of nightmares
bring forth all your sorrow
let it be washed away
waters of tomorrow
wash away yesterday
let it play a loud tune
as distant stars return
under the rule of moon
and the night takes its turn
it hits the roof and wall
hear it and let it drum
a melody we call
yesterday's requiem
out of words unspoken
out of feeling worn
out of the skies broken
the future will be born
  Night of SedativesHead to my pillowcase
Pillow to my headcase
"One more sedative and I'll be fine"
Heart ever resting here
Resting is never here
Sandman or Reaper, I lay supine.
Body upon my bed
Burden upon my head
"One more sedative and I'll be out"
I'm tossing and turning
And dreaming of burning
Where is my sleep as I thrash about?
Birds by the windowsill
Through which the sun does spill
"One more sedative and I'll be done"
Pulling the curtains closed
Leaving the dark exposed
Here I will hide from the morning sun.


A Love Letter To Nobody
So, I’m really drunk again. This is when the tortured words seem to come the easiest. They flow out of me. Like thick spit in the rain. Like arterial blood spurting onto the page. They say alcohol brings out the truth and I’m not even going to bother fixing the typos.
You promised you would never leave me. And now you have broken that promise. It was meant to be forever, it was meant to last through the cold, desolate night. I have tried to replace you, but the deep yearning ache still persists. It has been agony without you.
I always thought that this was it and I never thought it would end like this. I had found the person that completed me. I had found the one that filled the gaping hole in my soul. Now all it would be is a mercy killing. Put me out of my misery, please. I wouldn’t even feel the blade going in. It is artificial blood, fake and and unconvincing. Bathtub. Razorblades. Freedom. Sleeping forever in a red canoe with hollow walls. Eyes close, never to op
  I Was Once, Like You
I was once like you with all your fucking shiny things.  I once had a nice swollen bank account and responsibilities and mortgage repayments. I once knew what it was like to take a single, unadulterated, unencumbered breath. I knew what it was like to be anesthetised and vacant. I can feel the words coming again. They are creeping up on me. All I seem to do is write about heartbreak and how much I hate the word. It’s getting tiresome. Even I get sick of writing it, so I can only apologise.
I’m sitting in a cafe. I have ordered a drink so elaborate, I couldn’t even begin to ascertain its ingredients. I look out the glass window at the normal people. They are holding hands and smiling. I sit in the corner with a noose around my neck. My skin is inside out. I count my fingers and then bite them off. They gawk at me like an animal in a cage. Look at him. What a poor man. They wonder what is wrong with me. So do I.
I was never like this before. I was never drunk in the aft
  Ode to a Pedantic Prick
You always did think that you were better than me, didn't you?
You had read more books than me,
Had a more extensive vocabulary,
All those glistening words cavorting behind your dull jelly eyes,
Paid heed to the canon,
Read the "Classics", you had done your time,
I was just an upstart in your eyes, no threat whatsoever, beneath you.
You were just so convinced that you were better.
Even now you clutch at your
Scented pages,
Full of rank dribbling poesies.
You speak of love,
But you don't know what it means,
Just like the rest of us clueless fuckers.
I write with fire
I write with rage and venom
I write with hate.
Bitterness and contempt gushes through my veins
And ejaculates onto the page,
Hot thick and sticky globules of my mishapen words: run down your face
With its slutty secrets.
You write with beautiful rose-scented petals
And squalid cherry blossoms and magically fluffy clouds,
You create perfectly punctuated poetry,
But I could piss a better poem than you ever could.
And you alwa

I'll just feature you for the sake of it, you're not entitled to follow this tag.


I gave my TOEFL today. It went alright - I made a conscious effort to perform as best as I could in the test, and I now leave the results to the better judgement of my examiners.

I've been through doses of lows recently (as some of my friends might have noticed), and I won't be able to get back to the lovely works you people have uploaded here on dA. I'll get to them.

toastwriter you better stay here on dA :stare: You're a good writer, and I honestly am glad you're around. I mean it.

Lady-Yume hope you have a happy birthday.

Laeneris EclecticQuill qwibes PuzzledHeartBox no-longer-confused thanks for the company and the support. Really needed that these past few days.

Sammur-amat done your bidding :D check this big fat feature out. :lol:

blacky91 keep strong, hun. You're awesome. Sorry we haven't been talking much :'(

In case anyone would like to read my true dA story, though, here's a link to the journal(s):

dA Dec 30th 2012 7:08PM (Big Surprise)Imaginatik and Top-Hat-Wolf were the first people who brought me over to dA. So far as I can remember... I was searching on google for Legacy of Kain... it was a stroke of luck that brought me over to the Ramuk series by Top-Hat-Wolf... and I fell for it... The second time I tried searching for it on Google, I didn't know where to look... keep going here and there... all over the place... but I stood my grounds and found it... Kept reading it for most of that day... It was ending March... by April I had officially joined dA... April 19th 2011 was the day someone here, noticed I was alive... My first submission was as a journal (funnily)... well, kept it there, till I found out how to submit works as deviations... then I posted three works: "Zarak's Vision", "Shadow of the Colossus epic poem", and "Interlude"; Didn't know where the watch button was, didn't know about the fav button, didn't comment... just went over to Top-Hat-Wolf's profile and picked out that fan fic series for re and  dA Feb 2 2013 11:45pm PSTBe warned that this work has not been proof-read. Read at your own risk.
Finished on 3rd Feb 2013 at 3:39 AM PST
I haven't uploaded a new journal in quite a long long while... I mean... 1,190 views for a singular journal... that's quite a lot... Far more than any single one of my deviations... And now its been a new inclusion of people I've had in my list of excursions here on dA...
quite a lot...
Well... real life's a hug, a slap-in-the-face, and a certain amount of opportunity... I passed one of my subjects which I had failed last semester... but in the process I'm going to repeat a subject I detest !! I'm not going to talk about it, because I just hope to be over and done with that subject. Period.
And well, all jokes aside, I'm happy; I put my first book in one book shop, sent three e-copies, and distributed it among a noble few... well, it got some really big exposure in one of mom's two-day event in Islamabad Hotel (where a lot of people mom works with were giv


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an afternoon visit by fotomademoiselle

Every-Photo critique The overall lighting in this photograph is decent. With that said, it felt dry and there wasn't much specific ambi...

Critique is such a hard job - but somebody's gotta do it. I for one, am proud of my critiques.

I am serving commissions. Whose up for 'em? 

2 deviants said Huh?! (shehrozeameen response): :ohnoes:
2 deviants said (shehrozeameen response) Steal?! No! I cite KathrynODriscoll and Sammur-Amat and NotenSMSK as inspiration for this!!!
2 deviants said :grump: I am angry at you!
2 deviants said :jawdrop: the price is too high (Shehrozeameen response): Not to worry, we'll work something out.
1 deviant said I am :squee:!!! Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen:
Type of Commission: poetry
Number of commissions done:
From the commissioner:
I love writing poetry, frankly speaking. I can write a poem between 8 and 19 lines. Provided that the theme has been carefully told by the customer, I will send drafts of my progress as often as I can. I can write in both traditional and non-traditional formats.
So far as traditional are concerned, I am not particularly good with sonnets, but I have a decent assessment of syllable count. I don't follow meter. Having said that, I have written terza rimas, rub'iyaat, villanelle, ott
No deviants said :la: WHERE CAN I APPLY? (Shehrozeameen response): Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen:
Type of Commission: poetry
Number of commissions done:
From the commissioner:
I love writing poetry, frankly speaking. I can write a poem between 8 and 19 lines. Provided that the theme has been carefully told by the customer, I will send drafts of my progress as often as I can. I can write in both traditional and non-traditional formats.
So far as traditional are concerned, I am not particularly good with sonnets, but I have a decent assessment of syllable count. I don't follow meter. Having said that, I have written terza rimas, rub'iyaat, villanelle, ott
No deviants said Who'd you steal this from? :stinkeye:


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qwibes Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014   Writer
Hey you :poke:
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bookloverblue Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the add/fave.
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014   General Artist
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thanks for the fave~! :iconmoesmileplz: i appreciate it! :3
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014
Thanks for the favourite!
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Nuzvael Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Lately, thanks a lot for the fav' on Fane au vent by Nuzvael! :) :heart:
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fotomademoiselle Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for faving!! <333
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NicholasName Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the WATCH! :D 
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BCabiling Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2014
Thanks for the llama badge :)
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bookloverblue Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks once again for the faves.
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Nolannilestheletter Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey man, you respond to my Facebook?
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Edges-to-Everything Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Shehroze, thank you for recently adding War Profiteer to your collection. I appreciate it. :nod:

- Michael
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SolidMars Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
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thank you kindly for the fav. I'm glad you found my work worth your time :tighthug:
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CelestialMemories Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:iconflyingheartsplz:This is very late, but thank you for the favorite!:iconflyingheartsplz:

I appreciate it very, very much!
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World-Inside-Me Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2014
Thank you for the fave~! =D 
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DrippingWords Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2014  Student Writer
:huggle: Thanks for the fave! :huggle:
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Diluculi Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you very much for the :+fav: and the feature :D
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THX 4 TEH MENTION!!!! :woohoo: :hug: :iconiamhappyplz:
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EclecticQuill Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2014  Student Writer
Thanks for the fave and feedback brother. :hug:
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for collecting, darling. :heart:
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THX 4 TEH FAV! :woohoo: :hug: :iconiamhappyplz:
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manasi3194 Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for adding my work to your collection! :)
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014


Thanks for reading and for faving my work! I really appreciate it 

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IrrevocableFate Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014   Writer
:tighthug: I hope you're well. ♥
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