Love….!!!

A fatal mental disease,

A curse unbound,

A fairytale of pain,

An ultimate tragedy,

And yet,

The most beautiful emotion,

A heavenly blessing,

The perfect fairytale,

The ultimate glory,

Ah! Love….!!!

                                 -Aksa

A rainy moment!

The pitter patter of the rain drops on the window glass was a soothing melody in the midst of all the inner chaos, all the rambling thoughts and screeching memories! The rain drops worked as the elixir to extinguish the fire of the burning heart. They whispered sweet nothings to the disturbed soul to drown it in an easy slumber...!

Games Of Destiny!

Life plays most gaudily with her, at times confusing her in hide and seek, at others throwing her off a roller coaster. She likes the games of destiny. Destiny which meets her as an old friend but sometimes it terrifies her and throws her off into the gloom. Her mind can never guess what games are to be played next but the soul is ever ready for every new challenge because her soul thrives in the adventure and excitement of new challenges. They make her feel alive and thrilled. The liveliness inspires her to think of new ways and strategies to maneuver her way in the games of life, the games of destiny. Thinking gives her a new inspiration: the inspiration to meet life head on!Meeting life head on feels like a nice easy statement in words but in practice it's quite a difficult task to accomplish but nonetheless she strives to do it in the best way possible or the best way that she can think of. And I dare say that her mind is very limited , bound by all the world, always being taught of limits which leave her thoughts chained and caged, not able to fly off at will.  The will, which is a powerful thing that if given freedom can accomplish anything it pleases but this world never allows her free will, for the fear that if left unchecked she might bring some good to the world with her pure heart! This materialistic world of her's is wary of anything insinuating goodness. So she thinks, but only in the limits of her bounded world and her chained thoughts suffer at the hands of destiny!
                                     
                                                                                              -Aksa

Dying December

The fading hues of December sun,
mark the passing of another year.

The reddish rays tinging the horizon
tell the tales of love
While the fiery oranges of the sunset
whisper about the heartbreaks,
sorrows and the terrible loses sustained.

But the golden rays threading through
speak of the happy moments and
the laughter unveiled.
And the soothing yellows
talk of the harmoney and balance

...............
summoning up the whole year
............!

                                                      -Aksa

'Mirrors'

Mirrors of truth
are the most difficult to find.
Dangerous and deadly,
they are hideous and blind.
The surface is black
instead of the clear silvery kind!
Seeing them is near to impossible
because of the veil that they hide behind.
The veil of lies and fakes,
that plays tricks with the mind.
To lift the veil we need,
inner strength of the subliminal mind!

                                                                  
                                                                     -Aksa

The Lifeless Memory!

    

She sat there in the middle of the darkness-seeing nothing but feeling everything-hearing voices that did not even exist. Her vision was haunted by the two lifeless eyes that were etched on the canvas of her mind. She was drowning in the shallow depths of the darkness and the will to search for light had died a long time ago. She despised visualizing those haunting eyes and yet she was afraid to lose sight of them!
     She sat still focusing all her energies on visualizing the fiery sparkle that was ever present in those eyes, but no matter how hard she tried the dull eyes in her mind never sparkled anymore, their twinkle had died away and now they just stared unseeingly from the 'Oh so familiar yet unknown paper white face'!
     From a long time now this vision was all she could see every second of the day and night, and all her ears heard was the steady beat of the monitor indicating a dead heart. Those eyes never twinkled with mischief nor did those lips lifted in a smile anymore. The face never changed, it never moved and she sat still for hours on end, waiting for the slightest movement; a blink of the long lashes, a tiny twitch of the lips or the sight of that cute dimple. But it never happened...she waited in vain. Something inside her never wanted to let go of this thread of visual memory, though she was terribly afraid of it, it made her eyes bleed and caused her heart wrenching pain, but she held on to it. It was the last thread and she held on to it as her lifeline though the memory in it's self was lifeless!!!

Bitter Truths...

The moving fans,

The beating hearts,
the babble of voices

         BAAM
All movement seized...!

Egg cracked,
the tiny being;
crawled out,
took it's first breath
And
was snatched
by the waiting jaws

of the hungry predator...!

The official apology!

Well.... I've really got no excuses for my absence except the fact that I just didn't feel like blogging for a while! I'm sorry for being gone for such a long time I'll surely be getting back and updating soon.
I've really missed reading all your amazing thoughts and words... I'll catch up to my reading on all my friends blogs soon.... hope you are all good and healthy and still making a difference with your words....

Chamber Of Secrets

My heart is a chamber of secrets!
It hides the hurt,
It holds the pain,
It has the most poisonous basilisk
buried in it's depths,
Fed by the venom of people's words...

It's filled with fiery red love,
like Ginny Weasley's hair.
And it hold's the kindness,
gallantry and bravery of harry potter!
It also has Tom Riddle's menace
for those who are bad,
The phoenix's song resonates in it,
when spoken to with love and kindness.

It's built with friendship of harry and ron!
And holds the promise of Dumbledore's help.
It has the sword of gryffindor,
locked up in it to be used with velour.
And it keep's the sorting hat,
to talk to the mind.

But this chamber of secrets has a flaw,
It pour's out it's  secrets in riddle's diary,
And leaves it lying for people to read,
and find a way to destroy my heart...!

                                                         -Aksa

Screaming Silence!

Drip drop of water from somewhere deep in the house,
tick tock of time from the clock overhead,
honking horns of cars from the road outside,
faint sounds of a pen scratching over a paper and the subtle sounds of deep breathing.
But still the silence was profound, beating on the eardrums- not allowing them to capture any sound other then the loud and harsh cries of silence! Yes, the silence was full of voices, all of them telling their own stories but making no sense in their haste to be heard over the babble of silent voices! I tried hard to understand and decipher the meaning of individual voices but the cacophony of silent cries beat against my ears and rendered then useless, the eardrums stopped straining to hear and the voices of silence died leaving behind the tick tock of time and the drip drop of water!

Betrayal

Smiling hard
and making conversation
but a lone tear fell,

betraying the inner turmoil...!

                                                  -Aksa

Dreaming Phoenix...!

O' breaking dawn of the day,
where is thy youth today?
Your enthralling beauty as it unfolds,
which mind should capitulate this vision so bold?
In slumber so lazy,
do they just dream and whine?
But what ecstasy do they pursue,
What sight do they find?

Last night when I tip toed down
with all the blessings from the skies above,
Their curtains where bogging down,
just as their lashes caressed the ground,
I did come and spread my alluring wings
to take them on a magic ride,
But my dear earth, your men so shy,
their love such cowardly,
their passions so shallow;

They mocked the strength of my wings
and challenged my soaring flight.
O' your men, my dear earth
What lands have they conquered?
What hearts have they melted?
Is it blood or just water,
that produced their child...

I sang that night;
The story of the prince of Spain,
I told them that their was a boy,
I had loved him,
and the twinkle in his eyes;
When he saw the charisma of a lily bloom,
and the rage of the meandering lake,
How it carved and fought for it's path;
He used to jump in awe and say,
O' ye, I believe in you!

They all just laugh and only say;
He was a dreamer, he was a dreamer.
O', I said, that boy
How he loved his old man,
on his grave he used to cry.
Apologies for the sins he had never even tried,
and that child he had kissed
whom your men had left in wretched clothes.

The blinding fervor of his dignity;
when in honor he lay on the border of his land.
This romance of bravery
your men can not decipher.
They still laugh, "He was a fool,
how much did he earn from this enterprise?"
Indeed, my prince, your pursuit I envy!
and I sigh at your men; O' earth...

But still when I put down my pen
I hope and pray
that the kindled fire on your ground
will not just leave ashen men....
I have seen phoenix as they rise above
and I fear if it is a dream,
then I am a dreamer
I am a dreamer....

                                                            -Aksa


P.S. This is the answer to your last question dreamy gal! :)

Yo0ho0oo!....(my version of cheers)

Okay....so here is one of the flattering moments; The Liebster Award. I've been nominated for this award by A Dreamy Gal and for that a very big thanks to her! :)

Now the rules:
*Thank the person awarding you! (is this really a rule o_O)
*Write 11 facts about yourself. (I am officially disliking this rule!)
*Nominate more people for the blog.
*Post 11 questions for them to answer.

Talking about myself is one of the things I hate passionately but as I've got no choice so here goes the bragging about myself:* I am human! (don't laugh...a whole lot of people around me seriously doubt this so I thought I'd better make the fact official)
*I'm the most boring being present on the planet as per stated by my friends! :P
*I have a passion for chocolates!
*I am a book worm...quite literally!
*I am generally a quite person but once I start talking I can babble non-stop....in short I get a verbal diarrhea! :P
*I like helping people even if they are some stupid jerk I'll still help them if asked!
*I value friendship a lot and my friends are the world to me! :)
*I am a potterhead!

*I love stuff toys.....yes the typical girlish childish thing! :P

*I've got a volcanic anger;it comes fast bursts out and then settles down!

*I like talking to myself! :P

Yes I know these are the most stupid facts ever written but this is what I am like!Now the answers to your questions dreamygal:


What makes you write?

The need to clean my head... you see it gets pretty cramped if we keep all the thoughts inside! :P

The best feeling is knowing that you actually mean something for someone - Who is that person in your life? (A tough question I know!)

My mama and papa....but thats the obvious natural thing so the other person is my best friend.

Meaning of your name? (In case you blog under a pen name, why that name?)
Arabic meaning of Aqsa is 'Holy Light' but there's also a masjid in Palestine named 'Al-Aqsa' and the Palestinian meaning for it  'the farthest'.

One thing you want to change in life? (It can be people, situation, feeling or even me! :P)

We people want to change a lot of things all the time but now seriously thinking about it, the only thing i'd like to change is the imaginary magic world of Hogwarts to reality! :P

'Life gives you a million reasons to die, but one is enough to keep you alive' - What is your that 'one' reason? (If you have many, pen down all)

The need in me to do something...to be the person I'd like myself to be before death claims me!

A bloggy/bloggies you would like to thank/appreciate/comments that made difference in your life? (I mean in blogging life. Don't include me, if am I am the one. That's height of bragging I know! :P)I want to thank all those people who commented on my posts and appreciated me to carry on with blogging and most of all I want to thank my friend Momina for inspiring me into blogging.

Namely I wanna thank Ph_, Purple Assassin, Adreamygal, Green speck and enigmatic soul.

One fear you live with?

The fear of having no nose like Lord Voldemort! :P

                         yes I am a big J.K.Rowling (harry potter) fan! :)

A dream which you didn't hope will come true, but did
I don' dream big so can't remember a significant dream!

Do you prefer to be straightforward, or shy away, or keep mum when it comes to saying some things? (You got the question I hope)
Depends on the person I am saying things to!....I am a straight forward person but also very shy in front a strangers and I mostly keep my thoughts to myself......I honor very few people with my precious thoughts! :P (you got the answer I hope)

Can you share your best blog post? (That which is closest to your heart, and not as per 'popularity')
I have yet to post it!....it's still in my diary waiting to be honored! :)

No more questions :D I spare you this little trouble in exchange of a smile :P
Okay!......so here's the smile.... cheeeeeeeese  :)))


Now the awards:
The problem here is that the people I wanna award have already been awarded! Still here are the names;
*Momina
*Ph_
*Raaji
*Purple Assasin
*Enigmatic Soul
*Green Speck
*Daniyal
And this is the questionnaire I've got for them:

*Are you an introverted or an extroverted person?
*One thing in life that means the most to you?
*you are woken from deep sleep at 3 in the morning! what will be the first words out of your mouth?
*Who do you trust and listen to more? Brain or Heart?
*Your passion?
*Your zodiac sign? Do you posses the traits defining your zodiac?
*It is said: 'Don,t ask what the meaning of life is, you define it!', So what's your defination of life?
*One word that defines you?
*There is someone saying bad things about you!...Will you prefer confronting that someone or silently walking away?
*Are you a realistic person or do fairy tales mean more to you?


Those are all the questions I could think of and now I'll be waiting for your answers...


    

Buried

Clutching her teddy bear
to myself,
I am trying to bury the pain
in the depths of my heart,
The way she is buried now
in the depths of the earth.

Dying Souls...!

         There I was , sitting atop a low sand hill, with the vast barren plain stretching in all directions around me; interrupted by other sand mounds occasionally. I see the death and decay, I can feel it in my bones, cam feel the marrow weakening, the bones cracking and splitting just like the cracked land in front of me. This land lacked the love of sky (water) and the dryness was killing it slowly from the inside; the only outwards signs being the cracked soil and the yellow wilting blades of grass.
        I am attracted to this piece of land because I can see the similarities, it's just like me.... lacking love! ...the heart slowly dying with the dark circled eyes, telling the unsaid stories of sleepless nights, and the scaly dry skin as the only outward signs. I am like this dying land with a little part of me withering every day like the small clusters of grass dying daily! I can see the blazing sun in the sky and I feel it's scorching heat trying to kill the tiny little blossoms of hope who dare to fight against the decay. It reminds me of the scorching words of people that sear my soul and kill the beautiful tiny blossoms of hope on the tree of my thoughts.
       Sitting here at the funeral procession of this dying land, I can feel it's pain and the indescribable suffering. Seems like the soil underneath is calling me. I can hear it's pleas of love as it takes the last shuddering breaths, telling me the stories of it's joyous times...!
       The sudden wind whipped my hair and I caught the lose strands in my eyes. Pushing them out of my eyes I tore my eyes away from the wallowing land and looked up at the sky and saw a small cloud trying to hide the mighty sun... the irony made me laugh out humorlessly. But then I noticed the winds and the clouds desperately fighting the sun... trying to obscure it to save their beloved from the open arms of death. I watched in amazement as the winds unleashed their anger, and more clouds rushed furiously across the sky blocking the scorching heat of the sun and darkening the blue skies. And then I felt a drop of Elixir of life falling on my upturned face and felt the land underneath my feet starting to smile as the love of sky started to shower down on it and it's dying soul breathed again. The tiny particles of soil started to dance and swing with the grass on the music of the rain drops! I can hear their songs and can smell the love in the moist air. the joy of the land made me smile and that smile brought my own soul back to life and I realized that feeling others pain and joy is what brings us true happiness and makes us forget our own worries. this thought helped grow blossoms of hope which started to flourish with the water of smiles, on the tree of thoughts in the land of my mind....!