Purity of feelings

Purity , and impurity holding hands of Love

Playing tug of war

In the dark corner of my mind

Watching this swinging drama

Both feelings getting wounded

Bleeding on the floor

I dont know if

I want the purity or

The impurity

To win

Fantasy

All those moments

When our eyes met

Searching

For that forbidden feeling

I wonder

If you were looking for it

As well

Tainted Memories

Winding vine

Of morning glory

Trying to grasp as it climb

Holding on to my train of thoughts

getting lost

among the neurons

Only the shadow remains

Just few seeds

to start a new

AK

Past and Future

Fragrance has tried its best to stay married to a flower, but the sun burned too hot , evaporating the fragrance, like meanings from my words, and rain turned into thunderstorm, washing away all memories, turning them into dreams. I just hope some seeds that fell off the flower will germinate soon.

Tasawur

اسی دھوپ چھاؤں کے بیچ کہیں
دیکھا ابھی ابھی
زندگی ہولے سے
مجھے چھو کر جیسے
کانوں میں سرگوشی کرتے ہوے
گالوں پر بوسہ دے کر
جھپ گئی ہو
تمہارے تصور کی
چھاؤں تلے

Hidden

Image

Broken Dream

As I was drifting into sleep, I heard a knock

” I am your dream, let me in “

I wanted to get up but couldn’t

It entered silently anyway, standing next to my bed,

it reached out to me .

Embracing me, held my hand, and pulled me up

we began to sing and dance

to the beat of our heart and rhythm of our breath

Drinking and laughing all night long

remembering the fun times we had

Moon got brighter

and stars twinkled endlessly watching us

Suddenly, alarm woke me up

I opened my eyes

realizing , its time to start the same daily routine

As I stood up

I felt the intense pain under my feet

I looked down

and there they were

Pieces of my broken dream

AK~

Inversely Compatible

Have you ever seen a tear smiling ?

or a smile with tears in its eyes ?

Have you ever seen a Joy with ache in its heart

Or heart filled with Joy

Have you ever seen pain in ecstatic dance

Or ecstasy rising from the despair ?

meaningless words

or silence full of meanings

life wasted in years

or life lived in a single moment

?

Asma Kareem

SELF

At the core of illusionary self

Calmly resting the true Self

Beyond the tangled web of thoughts

Beyond the slippery steps of emotions

AK

Spring

It has been cloudy since morning, hiding the sky, spreading the silver concealing the blues, every now and then showering their mercy on tulip bulbs, who are trying to break free due to arrival of spring .

White Daffodils standing still in meditation, as if in communion with their Eternal essence in silence. The fragrance of Lilac flowers intoxicating the air , awakening the hidden memories, I can almost smell your scent on my skin .

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