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May 2015 · 636
Predilection
Asim Javid May 2015
The idea is to change the world
into a place
where every individual
is capable of living their lives independently ,
& without fear of the system
and
there is peace and brotherhood
among every ******* sect of the world without discrimination or injustice.
The idea of beauty vs ugly,
rich vs poor,
powerful vs the weak
& every attribute that
makes men to discriminate
each other, should be
******* diluted.
That is the world,
I want for every ****
generation to come
May 2015 · 443
Trust Yourself
Asim Javid May 2015
no matter how much you are
surrounded by people-
friends & family.
We all experience those moments
where we have to face
certain situations all alone.
So we should learn to trust ourselves
and put faith in our own strength.
That is how we'll be able to face the challenges of the ****** up world.
Trust yourself
May 2015 · 406
Demons
Asim Javid May 2015
May be the demons we carry
with us now
are nothing compared to what waits
by c.e.nelson
May 2015 · 624
FROZEN
Asim Javid May 2015
Frozen for the colors to smash canvas,
frozen for the poetry to touch my speech,
frozen for the nature that my fingers can't reach,
frozen for the emotions and actions i should execute,
i am frozen for the dreams, that should happen,
there are million other desires, for which, i am still frozen, so are you.
Was originally from someone else i modified it
May 2015 · 2.4k
Growing Old
Asim Javid May 2015
Growing Old is so disheartening
filled with too much stress, perplexity and charade.
Getting older made me to envision the malice in society
and the world we live in, which is
full of rapacious and self-centered human beings,
lack of compassion and division of people
on the grounds of ethnicity,
economic inequalities .
I have realized that childhood is the prime phase of life,
where worries were the least ,
and i was  ignorant from the cruel facts of life.
I wish i was just a child and had not been
exposed to cruel facts of life.
May 2015 · 858
Ataraxia
Asim Javid May 2015
Whole world seemed so filled with you in it.
But the moment you left, it had an unfulfilled void in it .
You were there in that room talking to me , all animated and
next inanimation followed up .
When you left us , you took the pleasure of being in your company.
With your death what came upon me was all Ataraxia .
On passing of my Grandmother
Apr 2015 · 2.1k
Farewell GrandMa
Asim Javid Apr 2015
My  Grandma
A woman of extreme strength, courage and love,
Who was beautiful, soft and now peaceful and free as a dove.
Someone on who our admiration was built around,
For her womanhood, wife, friend and grandmother since she was brought into this ground.
We have truly learned the most from,
Your strength. We will always respect all you went through in your hardships and distinguished ways,
Your ability to hold yourself with such dignity and pride in all your days,
Your beauty shines in us all who were lucky to be part of your devoted family,
We will carry you in our eyes, minds, and hearts and hold you close by all you have taught us to do,
And to remember the beautiful women we owe our lives to,
For giving us life ,to blessing us with her strong inner spirit of courage,
and her unconditional love.
For being such a person in who will always and have always
held deep in our hearts now and here after.
Grandma, You are taking a little part of us with you and left a void that no one can ever fill   and now  you will follow your angels who will guide you to your precious place.
May you look down on us with pride on what you brought
into this world with your guidance in which you are now
truly our angel of grace.
My Darling Grandma, as you enter your new heavenly home,
may you rest in peace for which you truly deserve,
For you will be truly missed and remembered for your love and honor in which we will preserve.
We love you always and forever and may God be with you and may all your sins be forgiven.
Amen
Dedicated for My GrandMother who passed on 29-April-2015
Apr 2015 · 855
Patience
Asim Javid Apr 2015
It is difficult to be patient,
but
to waste the reward of patience
is worse
Apr 2015 · 839
Deception
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. "
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.”
Asim Javid Apr 2015
Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
but now they only laugh with their teeth,
while their ice-block-cold eyes
search behind my shadow.

There was a time indeed
they used to shake hands with their hearts:
but that’s gone, son.
Now they shake hands without hearts
while their left hands search
my empty pockets.

‘Feel at home!’ ‘Come again’:
they say, and when I come
again and feel
at home, once, twice,
there will be no thrice-
for then I find doors shut on me.

So I have learned many things, son.
I have learned to wear many faces
like dresses – homeface,
officeface, streetface, hostface,
cocktailface, with all their conforming smiles
like a fixed portrait smile.

And I have learned too
to laugh with only my teeth
and shake hands without my heart.
I have also learned to say,’Goodbye’,
when I mean ‘Good-riddance’:
to say ‘Glad to meet you’,
without being glad; and to say ‘It’s been
nice talking to you’, after being bored.

But believe me, son.
I want to be what I used to be
when I was like you. I want
to unlearn all these muting things.
Most of all, I want to relearn
how to laugh, for my laugh in the mirror
shows only my teeth like a snake’s bare fangs!

So show me, son,
how to laugh; show me how
I used to laugh and smile
once upon a time when I was like you.
One of the best poems i ever read .
Apr 2015 · 397
My Mind
Asim Javid Apr 2015
“A cruel carelessness grows within me;
a violent indifference, an emptiness that I cannot escape.
And it’s terrible, it’s terrifying not being able to resist falling into this emotionless state.”
Apr 2015 · 1.7k
The Paradox Of Age
Asim Javid Apr 2015
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;

We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
Found it :)
Apr 2015 · 1.8k
The real beauty
Asim Javid Apr 2015
If only our eyes saw souls
instead of bodies
how very different our ideals
of beauty would be
Mar 2015 · 695
Untitled
Asim Javid Mar 2015
Oh captain my desire, lit upon by pyre,
Emerging from my centre destination.
For sins burn fierce, ridding all remaining years;
No man could stave this fell.
Now stripped of affectation, oh journey my candor and station,
Cascading to the singularity of self.
For pressures intense, and develop the sense,
A punishment more fitting, pray tell.
Oh beast forthcoming, my visage mirroring,
Vexing all hope of freedom.
Once care be crushed, all memory culled in a hush,
Yet; to name my final yell.
No Sun remaining, it's polar with: I'm dancing,
Drawing to the inevitable conclusion.
All fight for peace, comes clutching in my defeat,
Goodbye to wallow, to the space of you; goodbye all thought.
Goodbye hell.
via something

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