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

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 pits of despair ?

meaningless words

or silence full of messages

life wasted

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 .

Day after day

When I was in my 20’s, I use to wonder, how my life will unfold, 10 or 20 years from now. I had no idea about the ups and downs of life that was ahead of me then. After been through so much, I still feel there is a lot ahead of me yet to come, am I ready ? I don’t know, I guess no one is , but we are resilient beings and just keep going no matter what, like breathing, day after day after day, trying to stand up every morning from that bed, taking one step after another, splash of water on the face, looking into our own eyes in the mirror, staring and thinking who are you ? and what happened to me ? did I got lost somewhere along the way ……….

Strangers in Strange land

I walk and I am tired

But I keep walking and won’t stop

All these unfamiliar roads

Strangers , unknown faces

Where am I ?

I don’t belong

I am trying and I will not give up

I hope and I believe

One day I will find

The Home

The way back to You

Till then

I walk and I ll keep walking