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If only some words were air,
          I would have breathed in all.
                         Inhale the lines into my lungs
And see how it heals the wounds
                That was forgotten in a mighty storm.
     If only some words were air,
Living this life would have been
                                    like seeing the sunset,
Like how suddenly winter remembers summer
                                          And like how I once fell in love.
  Apr 2015 Asim Javid
Karishma Chokshi
Look for happiness outside...
And you'll burn your fingers.

Look within and you'll realize...
You'll never have to look anywhere else.
Asim Javid Apr 2015
"Not every man with a heart
is understanding.
Not every man with ears
is a listener.
Not every man  with eyes
is able to see. "
  Apr 2015 Asim Javid
Phoenix Rising
I often catch myself
involuntarily whispering a phrase;
"I wish I were home"
while at my house.

I dream of a character
that I know exists but I'll never find
because I'm too comfortable with
being alone all of the time.

Light pets my cornea every morning, through the sunshine printed tapestry...
I prefer the synthetic things in life,


the irony.
Asim Javid Apr 2015
Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”
  Apr 2015 Asim Javid
naila
I still remember
the night you told me
That you'll do anything for me
The night your eyes were covered by tears
You told me that you loved me
You my dear mother
The inspiration of my life
I dont want you to get hurt
But i still hurt you
I dont want to see you cry
But i still make you cry
I'm sorry for each little tears
that flowed from your eyes
because of me
I wish i could make your life better
By being better
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