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Syed Ashar Javed Jul 2016
A sight more beautiful than that of any mountain-top,
a love of true purity, unadulterated by passion,
such joy a mother has with her child,
it seems to me a great mother is truly a blessing for any child.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
I have given all I ever could,
I can give no more,
even mine life would not be enough,
mine possessions are worthless in this chase,
my words but hinder hers,
my thoughts cannot last but a moment without her,
my life has no meaning but her,

Her existence to mine heart is proof of the heavens,
Proof of angels,
and even proof of her,
she is a walking reminder that life is a test.

The test, infinitely cruel is to face than any is to resist her,
even when her scent is a trail of  enchantment,
even when her face is so close to mine,
even when she uses me in manner to complex for this childish mind to understand.

I am but a fool in comparison with such an angelic life,
and it matters not that she smokes and drinks,
it matters not that she is entrenched in her insecurity,
it matters not that she turns to substance as if it were a solution to all meddlesome thoughts and  reality,

she is still perfect in all her flaws,
in a manner no words or brushstrokes could ever do justice,
her perfection is in the smallest to greatest thing,
her actions always so infuriating with a sense of calm.

Even her slaps are but a gift,
her fights and anger so amusing,
her frustration creates a face more beautifully maddening than I may ever know,

Her madness she cannot accept,
no matter how her being is brimming with it,
her reasoning is not reason but madness.

It is as if she is a reflection of my lunacy,
a girl who so perfectly encapsulates what I desire,
it seems to be that god wishes me behold her,
so he could tell me I would never have her,
although I tell myself I cannot have her,
and if god is the true encapsulation of mercy I may even have her,
but I think not.

Her mind is sharp but not sharp enough,
for distractions are many and focus she does not have,
but that may be it her will or wish to succeed it is but second to the reality created within the enigma that is her mind , encrypted within its vault of freedom,
a vault which encapsulates her being,
her deepest desire and lust.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
I seek you where in I live,
but to find you here is as hard as finding an exotic bird,
you allow true light to flourish,
you are our window to the stars,
our window to see ourselves as small under the majesty of the night sky.

It seems your natural domain is decreasing,
for man seems afraid of you,
though you ages ago,
were mans master,
humanitys' inspiration from our poetry to our myths.
Syed Ashar Javed Dec 2016
I am sorry,
I am sorry that this is what my culture does,
And the world has the audacity to call it honor,
God gave honor I thought,
But it seems that only honor people see is in the eyes of others,
What religion do you study I ask,
Is it truly submission or is it some *******,
How have societies throughout the world not advanced beyond this?
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
I love you,
I do not know how,
or even when,
or why.

But I love you,
even if it may hurt me,
I still do.

It may hurt you,
but I do not know how to stop,
but neither can I see you in pain.

My love has taken me afar,
I no longer know where I am,
for I am lost and not a beacon in sight.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
I love you,
that should say enough but it does not,
for none will love you as I do,
from now till eternity,
for I was forever enslaved from first sight,
and shall be in the fiery depths of hell,
or the streams of heaven,
for you are to me to broken for anyone else to help,
for your tears cause me more pain than words can do justice,
for my love for you cannot be contained in all forms of expression,
from paint to prose,
music to movies,
none may stop this flood for it is beyond me,
it comes from the divine,
it just seems destiny,
for me to love you,
for a moment I see thou in tears,
it  makes me bleed,
your father is of no solace to you,
for he is to great a fool to see the gem he beholds,
but you love him,
so I shall shine a light onto you so he may see,
for my love for you is to truly one I would die for,
the window is but a few steps away,
and if mine death makes you smile so it shall be,
if compassion is what you seek it shall be,
your wish is my command,
you to me are to great to be with one as lowly as I,
you are beyond any I can ever behold,
for this love cannot be seen in any a word said or written,
it to me is the string that keeps me alive,
if you wish to put me on a leash so you may smile so it shall be,
for your smile is worth more than any sum, answer or desire;
it is the only thing I know to be worth the concept never ending,
these words are not mine but that of a man I do not know,
for I am still but a boy and you a woman of great prowess,
I am but stuck upon you,
your image is which that keeps breath in mine lungs,
to help you is to have solved all mine worries,
please be mine for but a day,
or if  that is to much give me one chance to prove my worth,
for my fear of not being with you is greater than that of all that man fears,
for a lion is what I shall wrestle,
or do any a thing to prove my love,
for you are marked by burning iron upon my heart,
you pervade my every thought
the reason I breathe,
for you are beyond any a woman I could ever know,
for even if god had not destined this I believe that mine love for you would still be the great flood from which Noah escaped,
my thoughts are clouded by nothing but you,
for even in prayer my thoughts turn to you,
from dawn till dusk when I do not consume a drop of sustenance,
the thought of you is what allows it to pass,
there are not enough words to describe how pulchritudinous thou is,
the words for beauty do not do you justice,
no word ever does. no word ever could,
I was a fool to think I should,
a fool to think I could,
the thought of you places a weight upon my chest,
you.
are the owner of mine soul before god takes it away,
you to me are great,
the only great,
in any and every way,
I cannot contain myself from you so god must,
to contain this is but sickening now,
so I must solve such a thing ,
I must have your love as you must your fathers,
if not more,
I know I do not deserve,
I never could,
I wish you to be mine,
for my love shall endure,
and I may even endure your marriage but never having you is eternal torture,
for I do not wish to be chained forever,
but I fear I will be,
without love,
it is a sickness and I now know why,
they said you will know when you love,
I think I now know,
if this is not  what love is I fear I shall never know,
if I cannot have you there is no reason to live for not even heaven can be as great as the angel you are,
You deserve to be happy,
and I cannot but help you in that endeavor,
I cannot help but be sick with love for you;
I wish it would fade,
and I wonder. will it?

Or shall it be that my curse shall stalk me from right to left,
east to west,
I will try my best;
to be free
I hope it is enough but it may not let me see,
for my love for you blinds me.
as much as it binds me,
it veils my soul,
making itself believe if it had paid the toll.

You may have been kinder if you were crueler,
but you were neither cruel or kind,
only, a; torturous girl
just like every other I have known,
for you do not yet see the truth,
even when it is so close you may feel its breath,
the truth but hurts,
as it  has but been slowly cooking me as if it were a fire.
It seems my destiny is to be burnt alive with the truth,
that will be mine end.

But I hope it is not,
for in this despairing time, there is only hope,
hope that these hard times will end,
for people care if only we look,
there are kind people on this pale blue dot as well as cruel,
it seems I may have finally found content after that last cruel twist of fate,
a twist for the better I hope,
but right I hope I am,
for whenever I hope, it seems to be wrong,
even still I hope,
but how hopeless is such,
hope that shall never refueled,
it is but the draught throat of a dying man.

It seems hope is but a small star in the blanket of the despairing sky,
and even then it may not shine,
dulled by the moon,
it is as hope is dulled by others joy,
so it wanders the night sky,
trying to find solitude so they may grow and become joy one day,
but to rare it is,
that such a thing may happen.

You had such a chance to do such a thing,
but alas I shall never reach the joy of the moon,
for you have but dimmed my star to but a dim gloomy dot,
that seems to be fading in and out of existence.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
What is mine love,
is it but a curse,
a thing to haunt me forever,
for no matter how far I go it will be just around the corner,
love shall in mine mind be if her in the west and mine family east,
but mine love for her shall haunt me,
whilst mine love of family shall console me; a blessing.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
You are inside me,
you are outside me,
you are me
you are, the stone upon which I trip,
the ground upon which I fall,

You are always with me,
no matter the time of day,
no matter the place.

It seems you are closer than the best of friends,
for you are the inspiration for the creative,
whether it be the heartache of Dante or the depression of Mark Twain.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
People may hurt you through mind,
yet mind will only gain.
People may say mean things,
yet if you persevere you will be stronger for it.
People may be kind,
yet hidden they may be.
People may change,
so chances you may give.
People may be different,
yet difference is strength.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
When you talk to someone else,
my heart is on fire.
When you walk with someone else,
my heart is in hell.
When you hug someone else,
my heart skips a beat.
When you kiss someone else,
and my heart becomes miniscule.
When you touch somebody else,
my heart feels a chill.
When you tell things to someone else,
my heart aches.
When you talk in ways I do not know to someone else,
my mind turns insane.
When you love someone else,
my soul dies a little bit.
When you help someone else,
my heart turns a shade darker.
When you wipe away the tears of someone else,
my eyes leave a flood.
When you talk to someone else,
my heart chains itself.
When you ease the pain of someone else,
my heart pains.
I wish I was that someone else,
and I was blessed by you.

-Thinker
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Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
Past the alps,
born there was a girl.
Fate chose her parents divorce,
so past the alps she went,
and actress she became.

Met she there a player of tennis,
work hard he did.
For fate too chose divorce,
upon his parents.
So work harder he did.

From beyond the sea,
there came a boy.
There he loved,
loved he was not in return.
So a poet he became.

The girl ruled the red carpet,
the player ruled the court;
and the broken boy ruled minds with words simple.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
You are beautiful,
beyond what you could know,
with that smiling face,
those beaming eyes,
seemingly glinting under the moonlight,
or I wish they were
for your marvel is comparable to the night sky,
for in and under the moonlight I wish you lay with me,
the quintessence of beauty,
you under the moonlight.
Syed Ashar Javed Jun 2016
Her dimples,
deep and dependent upon that truly tarnishing smile placed perfectly upon her flawless face.
Her eyes shine with hope,
hope to change sadness to joy.
She wishes to change this pessimistic personality,
but mine pessimistic ways are part of mine pessimistic self.
Changed to pessimism I was by God,
So if she wishes to change mine ways,
then she solely must convince god to grant forgiveness upon thy.
For I love her,
but she will never love me.
I do know this without a doubt for I placed love upon a friend,
and paid the price by shattering mine own heart again.
For I am no stranger to shattered hearts,
for my heart is as brittle as glass.
My friend who is smart,
was slow to catch her fallen heart.
But now he goes back,
goes back to chaining his heart.
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