North Star - Ali Khan Niazi

My hands ruffles with her skin,

and please ask me what is contentment?

For me it is when i rest my forehead on her chin,

she and I makes a whole,

it’s like she stares into my soul and my inside glows, eyes closed

They ask me if I can live without her?

I tell them I am a part of her,

a small broken part,

i am her fleck

 I know she feels complete when she senses my breathing on her neck,

seeing her beauty, I become mesmerized,

she is like a visual definition of paradise,

and she is writing a million memories on my heart,

its like playing chords on a guitar

They asked me, what if I become lost?

What if she'll take me too far?

I said she will guide me, she is my north star.

Written By,

Ali Khan Niazi

The Joker By Asjl Khan

Jolly he seems, joy he spreads

Happy he looks, oh! How dead he is

Irony depicted from harsh reality

Excellence hides behind insanity

Face that stops a child’s cry

Induces stupidity, invades sadness

Relished were stories of his tragic past

Laughter that rushed, he stood aghast

Never know and never will

Imagine, excluding the fun out of pun

Height of pain will make you choke

But a priceless smile he makes it all a joke

Spreading laughter the good man dies

Holding stomach they fell with laughter

Death considered the part of act

To verify departure they had to poke

Again, reality of his death laughed off as a joke

Written By,

Asjl Khan

Why did God create heavens above the sky Written By Syed Tirmizi

The night is young, 

Full of stars across the sky, 

But it makes me wonder why, 

God created heavens above the sky? 

How many religions has he created before, 

When he is apparent everywhere in our eyes, 

Why did God create heavens above the sky? 

He may not have created a creed, 

And humans deemed it just a need, 

To control the flocks of flesh called humans, 

To prevent them from enjoying God’s lovely heavens, 

Why did God create heavens above the sky? 

Why doesn’t he reveal himself? 

Does he not exist, or is he too shy? 

Why doesn’t he look down upon us, 

Is he too great or does he not know why? 

Why did God create heavens above the sky? 

Can’t he travel the distance he’s created, 

Or is he lost in space or thinks he’s too high? 

He may be present everywhere in all the skies, 

But, 

Why did he create heavens above the sky? 

Why can’t he talk to humans himself, 

But chooses others who achieve great wealth, 

I don’t need a God, who discriminates his creations, 

My God is him who can fill the space with love and never says good bye, 

Why did God create heavens above the sky?

Written By,

Syed Tirmizi

Kings of Sand Castle By Asjl Khan

Brittle bones, throne of thorns

Laid the man who once ruled

Tears descending from wrinkled face

Once stood upon the human race

Scratching the wall with bloody nails

Preclude the past, rest ashore undone

Hand once rocked the cradle, depreciated

Love lost not found, thy hate is inflated

In blinding power lurked no fear

Time stores no debts, in fact reciprocate

The blood he spilled, sons he lynched

Soul intact but agonized, flesh and bones emancipate

Masked as valor, hides deviousness

Lured imbeciles to portray horror

Those who forget they will die

No one can save them even their mother’s cry

Written By,

Asjl Khan

Society By Asjl Khan

Listen as they whisper

Their eyes cold, warm grasp

Ordering to instigate insanity

Saving people by eliminating humanity

Moulded the concept of love and loathing

You kill your dears to fight your fears

They say "do", then "why" they ask

Your deeds turned into the devil's task

With taste of mud you try to rise

Mistakes you made not their's to judge

Close they came and rectified 

Bestowed anguish, when satisfied

Sickens the mind with utter disgust

Mature you became for sake of innocence

Feeding on weak they became mighty

Unravelled and naked the face of society

Written By,

Asjl Khan

Footsteps On Sand By Ali Khan Niazi

Tiny light speckled from the sun,

The candle lights up,

It gathered the moonlight and the dust,

A life is born,

Fresh, untouched

Memories start to flicker in the flame,

Counting the footsteps, journeys,

Victories, arguments and blames

And then a shadow,

Creaked opened the door,

Slowly strolling towards the candle,

Cigarette lighted up from the flame,

The smoke of the candle,

Twirled and curled up in such a manner,

That it made the word 'hate'