Letter I Want My Future Daughter To Read 🍁

To my strongest twin

I know I will be eternally taking rest inside the garden of remembrance, when you will spread your appendages of hand on these yellow pages of love brimmed epistles. But I know you will be the strongest angelic earthborn of the universe to inhale these gloomy fried alphabets which were written erratically with ecstatic love. 

When you will come to light from the safest place of my biological clock, to this outer(space) and as soon as you unfold your button shaped eyes to feel the smile on people's visage you will not be able to lay fingers on antithetic reasons behind those smiles. 

When you will hit the road to breathe out your dreams you will be put through the grind of basic norms which you have to wear like a crown with one stamp duty to enact, that is to shield the crown. Do wear that crown, but don't let it overpower your dreams with it's unrealistic charm. You will be told don’t teach your grandmother to suck eggs when you break the silence to exhale all the treasure trove of your thoughts. 

I know you will be given lessons wrapped in those beautiful alphabetical boundaries, do imprint those in your thinking tank but don't let that spoliate your road map of life. I know you will be upbraided zillions of times in multitudinal ways and will be reprimanded for the same. You will be heart sick but stand as the tower of strength for yourself. Don't bump your head with those insane brains which are filtered with games because it cannot be drained with your words. 

Make kindness as your biggest virtue and wear it as your crown of strength. Life is full of antique kinds of boxes each holding different beauty, choose the right one. 

I know you will not be loved by everyone, but you have to choose the right one to love. Because flowers of selfishness are blooming in the garden everywhere. Don't judge yourself, your psyche, your words and your love. And if they compel you, I know you will be the strongest diamond to shine. Wrapping up this letter with petrichor love and aurora of happiness. 

Sending Idyllic strength with pearls of paradise. 

Yours 

Hopeful architect of life 

Ayesha Khalid

BOOK REVIEW.

80 Days Since February 3

 

80 days since February 3 is an artistically appealing composition of prose and poetry designed smoothly by Mehak Aggarwal keeping in mind the highs and lows of life. 

The book hits the reader's mind with its  conversational color. From deeply thoughtful conversation to emotionally resonant one, the author has thrown light on every aspect that we humans have to deal with. The movie of self love is a light hearted path of inspiration which is defined with those exquisite metaphors of affection. Being an artist, the real name of the game of art is magically created in the book which graciously mold the thoughts. The train of fear is spellbinding us with its polychromatic colors which is surreal but a gospel reality show which each one us go through. The imaginative confusion which we deal in layers, is put into words in awe-inspiring ways giving us light to clear the path of confusion. The nostalgia which brings back zillions of memories is beautified with those charismatic references which leave our eyes wet. The painful stages of drama which we all go through are very well articulated and planted in the chapters. 

Going through all these stages of life one goes through different phases and to give words to them in such an inspirational and an organized way is impeccably beautiful. The author designed the book with vibrant metaphors and crisp language. The amalgamation of poetry and prose is outlined perfectly with conversation rich verses. 

Everyone should turn the pages of this 80 days journey to learn the lessons how to bloom and grow in the darkest night. 

Ayesha Khalid 

ALSO AND PERHAPS

as i stretch my wings in that cocoon 

to whistle a different tune 

i break down as i am from moon 

full of aspirations and dream

but not so cool, so that they misrule 

me with the letters of mixed junctures

giving hope and also adding 

some deadly boon in a slow tune. 

they pronounce adding the insecurities along 

stating one word perhaps daylong

with the same tune of different expression 

on that pretty face portraying an impression. 

i speak 

i wanted to shout 

please stop serving me cuisines with 

confusing ingredients of perhaps and also 

which is hard to digest and which harms

my digestive enzymes making it tough 

to digest the other cuisines so rough 

but pleasant and enchanted with charms

of positivity and happiness alarms. 

they break the silence 

as they want to clear the absence 

to filter my conscience

with evidence of incidents 

of perhaps and also 

surrounding me with sadness but 

i take this sadness as my strength 

to lighten the wavelength of 

confusing ingredients to make my 

psyche a beautiful story full of 

happiness and light and serving

it with courage to stand firm as i am right. 

Ayesha Khalid

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CONVERSATION WITH GOD'S SHADOW

CONVERSATION WITH GOD'S SHADOW 

I sit back on the old couch which is layered with dirt 

of people's word, drawing up a plan 

to have a conversation 

with the one who will hear me out 

with no judgement and doubt.

I start. 

I start with heap of questions

with a hope of finding a suggestion, 

and as i start 

the tears of curtain opens up in pain 

seeking for an answer from every vein, 

answer that will satisfy my inner lane 

so i repeat all the questions again and again

in order to satisfy my soul so insanely mundane.

"mom knocks my door with the sense of concern 

thinking I am hurt, so i speak out of turn"

"mom, don't worry."

I have so many things to chalk talk

so i planned to give my feet some rest today,

to clear all the images so blurry

and

to talk and talk and talk 

until i get an answer why people mock 

every single time when i try to get out of that 

painful clock, which is a market full of stock 

of those deadly diplomats of Sherlock. 

i want to speak that i am not disappointed 

but disappointment hits my heart 

when people head start in the battlement

being a beloved sweetheart expressing the 

the aggressive state of the art. 

I want Him to listen to my heart 

which is like a sweet apple tart. 

so i am having a conversation with God's shadow

to cure my life with all the these meadow

and bless me with happiness of flowers, 

flowers that I can use to clear all the ivory towers. 

and weave my life with beautiful sunflowers.

Ayesha Khalid

WHEN I BREATHE

when i breathe,

i breathe the promises we made to each other

to live in this deadly cosmos of hatred and dishonesty.

where we will be the murderers of our own dreams,

decorating the world of paradise with unwanted creams. 

where we will chose the cactus plant over rose 

because petals are used when eyes will be 

permanently closed. 

where all the praises will be owned 

by the malignant eyes of this creature

as they are one of the gracious preacher,

where we will play all the sparring match together

because we are birds of different feathers.

but as i breathe 

i breathe to attain happiness

happiness that we have been starving for 

which is standing on the death door.

and i sit back thinking

i hear your breathe echoing 

pronouncing only one thing,

are we nothing more than a recycled tragedy?

because we don't have an implanted remedy

to cure all ailments every people on the street 

served us in the form of a comedy treat. 

but still i breathe to face the tragedy

and tragedy will make me determined

and my determination will make you feel the love 

to wipe all curses so entwined with a caring glove.

so i breathe, 

you breathe, 

we breathe 

promises we made to each other to live 

making our bag of bones alive 

to dive in the floating world full of healthy light. 

Ayesha Khalid