28 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
Every night I hear her coming. she is very quite, she will come and sit beside you, without making a single noise, before you can be aware she will be sitting very close arms around you, intoxicating the mind with her sweet fragrance, she will take you by the hand and walk towards the bed room, ask you to get ready and come to bed … the moment you put your head on the pillow , she will kiss your forehead, and whisper in your ears, sweet dreams my Love
Her name is Sleep .
27 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
You are the happy in happiness of my life. You are the joy I feel listening to a melodious song . You are the anchor that keeps me grounded in life. You are the dream I keep having over and over, dream that I look forward to coming true . I love the feeling of loving you .
I don’t even want to think about life without you. I cant imagine not being able to call you at least once a week sometimes more. I don’t want to go thru life without your company, how will I know myself without you, who will tell me what my voice sound like, or how much I am loved ?
26 Sep 2017 1 Comment
It is what you see reflected in the mirror of your heart. There are as many definitions as there are hearts. We see what we feel, we feel what we have experienced, we experience what we draw towards us, and we draw towards us what is best to help us learn and grow
25 Sep 2017 1 Comment
Jan of 2017
It was one of the turning points in my life. Something happened that turned my life up side down. When I finally was able to get up on my feet, I found myself looking at a dust cloud of broken dreams, but I decided to continue to walk rather than standing still.
I picked up my daughters old painting brush and some old oil paints, found a small canvas, which had something already drawn on it with pencil , I started painting and has not stopped still. It gave me a channel to plant some colors not only on the canvas but also in my mind
19 Sep 2015 Leave a comment
Fights between individuals,
as well as governments and nations,
invariably result from misunderstandings
in the broadest interpretation of this term.
Misunderstandings are always caused by
the inability of appreciating
one another’s
point of view
25 Apr 2015 Leave a comment
Like a Flower
I can wrap you in my scent
Caressing and Kissing your fingers
As it touches my petals
Brushing against your lips
Coloring them with a smile
Like a Earth
I revolve around you
Some nights are the darkest of all
Some nights I see the full moon
Making me half mad
Releasing me from the prison of my senses
Letting me enter your heart
Where I can finally become one with you
Me and You and no one else
I wait for these Full moon nights
~ © Ak
19 Feb 2015 Leave a comment
“خسرو بازی پریم کی
جو میں کھیلی پی کے سنگ
جیت گئی تو پیا مورے
جو میں ہاری پی کے سنگ
Khusrau, the game of love
If I play with my dear one
If I win, my sweetheart is mine
If I lose, I’m still with my dear one”
18 Feb 2015 Leave a comment
You are the author of poetry on the pages of my heart. When you are no longer there, I keep looking at the blank pages, hoping and waiting for you to come. It is your hand, when it writes my heart beats in joy, anticipating the meanings full of love, creating the magic , that fills me and touches me deeply, letting me see the glimpse of heaven. It is in your touch I can read the story of Laila being written on my skin by your finger tips, which leaves permanent impression on my soul.
08 Jan 2015 Leave a comment
in Loving You
You fill me up, coloring me in million shades of joy, life without you is now unimaginable
You are my hope, my desire, my love, my inspiration, my passion, my dream, my life line
You are my fire, my need, my destination, You are my other half
07 Dec 2014 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Father, Grief, Losing a Parent, Missing a Parent, Mother, Mourning, Parent's Illness
Many times when feelings needed voice they looked at words for help but found words starring at them mute. I will try, but I know I cant do justice to feelings, especially feelings of helplessness we feel when our loved one is very ill. We want to do so much and yet can do nothing, but to watch them waste away. No one can fight the nature and destiny .
I remember my mother bed bound for weeks at the end [terminal cancer], every time I looked at her, I heard her voice from past telling me ” I don’t want to get dependent on any one ” and here she was totally dependent, cant even eat by herself. I felt as if its me on the bed dying slowly. Each day when the Sun rose, I wondered if my mother opened her eyes or not. She was holding on to her last breaths, holding on to her last heart beat.
I don’t know if my eyes cried or it was my heart, but tears continue to fall deep inside me, acting strong from outside for every one else, but felt like breaking down sitting alone, somehow I kept myself intact, traveling every weekend 4 hours on Saturday, staying with her over night and then traveling back home 4 hours every Sunday for several weeks. Every time I came back I didn’t know if I will get another weekend with her not .
When I was young, up till I moved out of the house to go to college, I always felt if something happened to my mother I will surely die with her, as I couldn’t imagine life without her, and here she was dying. …I had to keep on living though, as now I have children of my own.
No one can ever love me, the way she loved me, so pure so unconditional. Part of me has died, and is now buried in a grave with her. Damage to my heart is irreparable.
Wild Flowers 