Trying to suppress the hurricane
That expands inside
It rises and plummets without notice,
Nips me in the ear and pushes me sideways.
My guard slowly loosens its chain, opens it pores and slowly filters and trickles through.
This leads to a ball of excitement, a fiery mass that ignites a smile
It darts into my subconscious and when I am low it strikes fear
When I am weakened it rises doubt -
and disguises itself as a problem
Not a celebration.
The past has sharpened its edges and draped it in animosity
No need for confusion or destruction.
It is good, it is real.
Allow it, allow.
When I see you smile
wriggling on the wall
I lean on to the sky –
as a dreamer of fur-flung hope
To touch you -are you cold, in winter?
Shimmering silver light
sparks in my veins
Shaking the flame of my heart
for your thoughts
The depth of curiosity
set me ablaze
I close my eyes
Who painted you hundred years ago
Gave the same eyes through which I see thou
The same smile, the deep gaze to find eternal quest
When the visitors gone-
do you cry for the lost love of life?
In darkness, do you wait
for the light of heaven- we call Sun?
How many people loved you
before you’re not a mere Art?
A living soul- an unbroken array of hope
How many tears shed for your absence?
You cannot reply, do you sigh?
You are my silent listener, silence holds my throat
Carpe diem! ~ by your dark deep curious eyes, sharp smile
Hanging in the corner of the art gallery for years
You are..... home
A home always within me
A wonderful sculpture of the sun
A cherished flower of the earth
Let the Arctic Ocean realm hold
All the blues – of your heart
Let the green mountains touch your feet
Sway among the rafts of clouds
Like the dreamers
who bury regrets underneath
Dance with the morning breeze
Behold the faith in sunrises
Torn-up roots of trees
were loved once in unloved places
Distant skyline send you it's elegance
Don’t run away from love this time
Let it be....
It’s not ~ distance wins, we lose
Let the hopeful smiles kiss your lips
You are my heartfelt Alchemy__
A dream within a dream deliriously happy
There's a hole in my wall,
It's been there a while.
You ask why it's there,
And I nervously smile.
You offer to fix it,
I politely decline.
It doesn't need fixing,
It's perfectly fine.
I like it there,
But you still insist.
If that hole weren't there,
I wouldn't exist.
You won't give in,
You are rudely persistent.
You assure me that,
It'll be fixed in an instant.
Do you fix it for me,
Or is it only for you?
Now there are left,
Not one hole, but two.
Yes, I’m the one who did it.
I put it there to remind you what once was.
And what could have been.
Now it’s just a melody, which falls on deaf ears.
It could have been a symbol of hope, if you wanted it to.
It could have been a callback to a simpler time, if you wanted it to.
It could have been a pleasant smile, if you wanted it to.
Of course, you didn’t.
You’d much rather have a loud voice in your head.
Or a knight on a horse without legs.
You couldn’t love a bird missing a few feathers.
I hope you’re happy, no I don’t.
The wall will dry and crack, but the mark will stay.
It will serve as a beacon, a lantern for the future.
What once could have been a show of imperishable love,
Is reduced to a simple drawing on a plain white wall.
you are a bird so fly just fly
fly,because not only those who have wings can fly
smile, there is no day in life to shed tears
blossom as if there is no flower in gardens like you
you can do everything
everything is in your hands
it is not your duty to always breath in air of failure and regret
regrets belongs to those who do not believe in God
when there is all haters
he will always gifts you one who will loves you a lot
because he knows everything needs some love for its growth
a reason to smile
now you have to find it
be stronger enough , now world is your
in your favor
don't even try to loose hope
"hasbi Allahu wa nam'ul wakil"
God is sufficient for you and is the best trustee of affairs .
God bless you
writer : kainat rasheed
My array once glowed in the sky that this horizon
cried for winds that she boor in the afternoon
if I absorbingly flew into her midst
and like a rabbit in my throat that fed till she ware in that middle
this certain bloom that tired at my linchpin
she found with much regard
that I saw her tomorrow a swirling zest in my caper.