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

A SHADOW

it's a rare time when happiness

will make me weave my blanket of poem, 

but still i want to give a ray of hope,

because i felt the love

once upon a time through a kaleidoscope

where the colours reflected hands in glove

and blessed me with mayhem on rope.

as the shadow of trepidation knocks my door

eating half of my mind and chewing my 

happiness from every chore,

leaving me with unrealistic thoughts

and flowing river of unhappiness 

inside that horrified deadliest pot 

where my breathe is audible to me 

and profound shakes are forming a tree

of the instrumental chattering tune 

searching for the medicinal key 

on every corner of the cocoon.

after this terrific fight with my psyche 

i am left behind with stages of dislike.

i remember i was happy soul,

a happy chirping one who used to laugh so much

and laughter is all that I owned with pride,

and gloominess used to stare at me

standing on one corner of that room,

getting jealous and jealous and finding 

ways and ways to attack on my happy face

and it finally won the race

murdering my happiness in the first place. 

the blanket of blue devil covers me

it covers me with all the dirt it has owned

and dirt under the blanket speak 

all the figures of speech pretending 

it as tongue in cheek. 

they speak at the highest peak

that trying is not a failure,it's survival

oh! just one question please acknowledge, 

will you let me survive if I try? 

If I want to have an admirable fly

to convert my life into a carnival. 

NO. NEVER. NOT AT ALL. 

after giving ears to all these chronically

unhealthy words, which they think is ironically 

bold and cool to make a person face the worst

so they repeat and repeat, as they took time to rehearse. 

but, 

i bring to my mind all the motivational 

ghazals and nazms that ammi used to recite 

when on days i want a healthy light,

and purify the veins of my poem 

with all those misra to get out from that enchanted zoo

where i am plugged into feeling the blues. 

i stretch my wings to inhale the air so fresh 

and clean, which makes me free from the smoky screen. 

Ayesha Khalid

HIGHLY UNSTABLE

BOOK REVIEW 

Highly Unstable is an album of emotions decorated brilliantly in an exquisite way to convey a spell- binding and inspirational message. The lyrical flow in the book is clearly mind-numbing to make us feel down-to-earth with every vibrant note of the verse. 

The album is divided into 5 mini albums which communicate that generous plethora of emotions along. 

CANDY 

The charming and sweet love with warmly affection of happiness is wrapped in those verses which softly electrifies the soul slowly touching corners of our heart. The attachment thread is weaving kisses, hugs and intense love between each line. 

PAPERCUT

The album of tear-jerking thoughts which punches us from inside to face all the casualties in our life travelling through the toughest phase and facing the gut-wrenching era where we romanticise with all the grinded emotions of pain. 

ECHO

The nonsensical thoughts taking birth in our mind every moment which we think is spine-tingling but it is separating us from the loudest voice and allow us to travel deep within to hear the crying heart. 

PARADISE

The album, sealed with hopeful lessons. To find positivity in the odd and to reconstruct the path which was travelled with a broken heart. The message "Keep evolving" is justified so well.  

IMMORTAL

The last album is wrapped with the conversational tone of emotions where the reincarnation of feelings will be fully rounded with hope and positivity to breathe. 

To live a stable life learn to manage the art of instability. Highly Unstable is an awe inspiring collection of comforting and charismatic verses with clear language and with an incredible writing technique. Not only poetry lovers but all the book readers should turn over the pages of this well tuned album. 

NEW BEGINNINGS.

It's time for new beginnings.

Today when I stepped out of my abode which is overcrowded with signatures of different styles. When I dusted off my vintage vehicle after so long, and set in motion with glee filled in my veins. and as the vehicle started with ups and downs and slowly it was on pace to run on the track, my body parts set down to open it's pores which were locked with extra heed. 

The cool and the moist breeze flowing, started unlocking my pores which were suffocated behind those codes of conduct which was a kind of soothing artwork to my soul. 

I am that fruit which was under-wired in that teeny gigantic seed, and now when I will be coated in those misty brownish black layers to spread my wings, to feed people with my hope and happiness which was all entangled in the seed full of words. 

I have in mind how every nightfall wrapped up, staring at those ceilings which were made so finely perfect with all bonding elements. I glanced at the ceiling thinking, is my life perfect? are the bonds in my life real that weave my heart so soft like those woollen cardigans, which will die only when cut by some external guests so painfully ethereal. I count on my fingers all those real bonds I made in my twenty three years of life, and i find my wrist closed with me hidden inside again trying to calculate the captains I met during my twenty three years of voyage who taught me only one thing, be your own captain. 

I find my soul weak when I intake those circular rectangular, semicircles and all shapes of colourful pills of chemicals in order to make sure I will get fine. I think so deeply and passionately that if i intake all those colourful beauties in one go, i will be cease to exist and i will not have to inhale all the casualties filled air, but then something strikes my mind that even if i will be no more, they will express disapprobation against me again that i committed a detrimental crime, and they will light my half broken dead body with their bombing words. so i take the healing shapes one by one to make myself live again like a free bird. 

I remember all these harsh scenarios as i passed down the lane humming the pain away in my vehicle of life. i am able to feel a voice vibrating in my veins which encourages me to shut all those mouths, motivates me to do what i aspire to do, sailing my boat through the toughest water bodies, it encourages me to keep quiet when they judge me for my act of kindness, it teaches me how to exchange blows when i am fenced in by all the deadliest pride. It teaches me to show love and care and treat each soul with kindness because it is the biggest gracious art, which will make you and others happy without any effort and gives you an angelic comfort. 

 

A voice vibrating in my veins is shouting at me that leave all the time of painful era behind. because it's time for the new beginnings to love your soul all the more and from the core.

 

Ayesha Khalid.

The Connection.

The weather outside your heart is 

moistly raw with ocean of tearsw

whichsaturate all the dry lakes of 

words full of painful verse in one motion. 

The weather outside your heart 

is so bright with flamboyant colors 

which glow like fire, that every people

 the street radiate to blockhead  

the angelic earthborn with their 

grievous task leaving you half dead.

The weather outside your heart is 

satiated with patches of darkest acts 

which spin like hula hoop on loop 

touching your soul as an attack

through some unwanted hoop. 

so to cover all the sins you are 

enwrapped with, will you 

be my blanket? 

so that i can muffle the

weather outside your heart 

with my blanket of arduous flowers 

and well-favoured love 

which was awful and dry. 

let's set once heart on, 

and shape it pleasant and balmy

which will be windy to glorify

on which you can dwell upon,

and you don't need to purify. 

because now the weather outside 

your heart is aesthetically pleasing

after inhaling the essence 

of my blanket as the state of art. 

~Ayesha Khalid