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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.
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Asim Javid Apr 2015
If only our eyes saw souls
instead of bodies
how very different our ideals
of beauty would be
Asim Javid Jun 2015
YOU HAVE MORE TO
DO THAN BE WEIGHED
DOWN PRETTY OR
BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE A FIERY AND
A WICKED BRAIN.
DON'T LET YOUR
SOUL BE DEFINED BY
IT'S SHELL.
FOR THE SHELL IS
OF THIS WORLD
BUT THE SOUL,
OF ETERNITY
modified one
Asim Javid Aug 2015
In the crowd of strange faces
yours seemed familiar...
I did not know you, yet
to the person in my mind
you looked similar..
None acquaintance lied between,
I felt pulled to you altogether..
You are a beautiful stranger,
Strangely beautiful you are..
I don't know if i see you again,
You are close,  even if you
stay so **** far* ...
Asim Javid Sep 2015
A silent tempest of million waves.
Screaming against my psyche
with billion raves.
Unnerving my soul from
the clinges of hope.
Entangling my mind with elegant dope.
Even in calm,  when i lie in my bed.
A beautiful destruction out there
in my head.
In every fight,  it gets it's win.
Poisoning with notion,  that i am the sin.
Entraps every light entering my soul.
Darkening me inside,  dark like  a mole.
Crashing and crushing me
with walls of despair.
Left on the sidewalk,  beyond repair.
A wave is coming and
nature cannot save.
May be,  I am meant to vanish in this
flagitious wave*.
Asim Javid Apr 2016
Holding her hand , walking on the streets.
Realizing the life in those skipped heartbeats.
Exuding the attar, she dulled my senses.
Tremulous tattered talks due to spooking menaces.
Then she talked in her asthenic voice.
And suddenly everything was just background noise.
All I could do was , stare in her eyes.
And I glimpsed into her soul beyond visible lies.
She was the configuration of pain and hope.
Inside, she was in a scrimmage and clinging with a mope.  
Zealously & tenacious , inside , she was a fighter.
I hankered to describe her beauty in my words, as a writer.
But to describe such aesthetical effigy I constellated nothing, not even a single word.
I was stupefyingly stuck , like a fallen wingless bird*.
Asim Javid Feb 2016
Strive and strive,  O dear, it's a long drive.
Fear no fear, fight without care.
The roads are rough and challenges tough.
Fear no fear, fight without care.
Take a stand, and push your limits
Follow the flare your soul emits.
The road to triumph, is full of  trammel.
Trust your resolve,  and never scramble.
There will be hurdles, ups and downs.
Keep your fortitude above the crowns.
  Do not yield,  do not cede .
Struggle against the resistance &
you'll be freed.
Impel your soul with throes of agony.
And the trace you face
is your destiny*..
Asim Javid Oct 2015
She was like a candle.
His touch set her ablaze.
Illuminating her present by incineration of her past.
She burnt and burnt till there were ashes at vast.
He tried to hold her,  but through his fingers, the ashes slipped.
She was finally free,  free from confinements of her sins.
His fire made her pure.
Released her soul from the impure.
The fire was the end of her,  and she swallowed it right the abyss of her soul.
The fire was her redemption, which made her whole*.
Asim Javid Jun 2015
There are times when
you are not yourself.
You blend into something
unwantedly & unwillingly.
Something that is
too distant from your
psyche & guise.
The transfiguration makes
you a whole another person,
one beyond your bridle.
But you always hit back to
your archetypal persona.
The endeavor to recrudescence
is always tenacious,
summating unscrupulous inscriptions to your crasis.
People will judge you
on this substructure of your psyche.
But this is not who you are
& what you are!
It is mere an icky phase.
Your elucidation lies beyond
this transfigured self.
Never relinquish your
pristine pneuma.
We all face a transfiguration sometime.
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
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
Asim Javid Jun 2015
i wanted to write
exactly what i felt
but somehow
the paper stayed empty


and i could not have described
it any better
Asim Javid May 2015
Even with all the joy going around
you can never cherish it  if you are not happy and contended with your own- self.
No matter with how many events your life gets filled with, there will always be an immeasurable Void.
Asim Javid Jul 2015
I will be wandering in the streets of un-named lands.
Among unknown people , will i be sheltering.
In the labyrinth of strange cultures and rituals.
Yes, that is what i'll be doing.
Careless & free of bonds travelling the lands like a wanderer.
Joy & peace will be my
profits of trade.
My fate will see no destination
only the journey.
Asim Javid Sep 2016
"Lying in the colors of our soul are the  drops of our insanity.  
A single trapped drop carrying the ocean inside .
We are always ready to unleash the oceans.  
We just need some currrent which touches our soul , and  shakes our roots.
It can be love,  passion , adventure or any person.
As long as our souls are disturbed by these home like feeling we are ready to become storms "



-asim.javid

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