You believe that you
Are supposed to travel alone,
For only you know the way,
And a journey makes more sense
If embarked on one’s own,
But what if after all the trouble
You found your fate scribbled
On a moth-eaten parchment,
And your destiny engraved
On a moss-covered stone,
Would you burst out laughing
And come back home?
©Aaysid
“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
Arthur C. Clarke
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We invariably choose
To wear a frown,
And never feel the need
To straighten it out,
For it does not hurt
To have this air
Of subtle fury about you
If you are pulling
Out all the stops
To melt into the background.
©Aaysid
آگے آتی تھی حال دل پہ ہنسی”
“اب کسی بات پر نہیں آتی
“Once I was able to laugh at the predicament of my heart
Now I am unable to laugh at anything”
Mirza Ghalib
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The poems spill out
When everything else
Is being held in
Against our will,
Our words leap
Into action when we
Are too tired to think,
To seek solace in rhyme,
To find freedom in ink.
©Aaysid
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Robert Frost
I am thankful to Spillwords Press for publishing my poem, A Bonfire. I shall be really grateful if you could spare some time to go check it out there.
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I am enamoured of
the eerie silence
that follows
the booming fireworks,
the vacant grounds
after the carnival leaves,
and the phone call
that meekly ends
after a silent pause;
it always comes
as a pleasant surprise
when the loud world
hushes up
for the innately quiet.
©Aaysid
“When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.”
Philip K. Dick
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Three short poems about loving too much, and loving wrongly:
I.
Her collapsed-self rebuilds itself
A little every day
Around the bright smiles
On the faces of the people
She keeps falling apart for
Only to collapse all over again.
II.
She had been putting herself
Into the pies she bakes,
And every time someone
Refuses to take a bite,
A part of her dies.
III.
If you are forced to put
Your heart into things
You do not want to do,
Those things shall get done,
But in the long run
Neither love shall prevail
Nor shall you!
©Aaysid
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
Ernest Hemingway
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I begin but I
Never finish anything
I get distracted,
But it takes courage
To quit which I
Don’t seem to have,
So I write
What I can, what I am,
In order to flee
From myself,
Self-deprecating words
Like a drug I detest
But cannot stop taking,
An obligatory poison
To lose myself,
To sink, to drown,
To be curled up in a ball
Tossed out
To never be found-
I begin again.
©Aaysid
“It’s incredibly easy to get caught up in the thick of thin things.”
Stephen R. Covey
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Outrageously Erratic 