With winter comes fire,
With fire comes a desire,
With desire comes a bonfire,
With bonfire comes a BBQ party!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Bonfire Party
With winter comes fire,
With fire comes a desire,
With desire comes a bonfire,
With bonfire comes a BBQ party!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
My world is yours
I have wondered a thousand miles,
Looking for life;
Wandered both sea and land,
Yet never held a lady's hand...
Though many fairs their love confessed,
My own was never quite impressed.
Until I saw your beautiful face,
Which made me believe that love exists...
I didn't think a second thought,
Married you with a pure thought...
Now love I find in every place;
Surrounding me with grace.
And as I hold your hand in mine;
I share my world with you,
to live forever divine...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wedding Lights
Look towards the night sky.
Look upwards into the infinite blackness
Illuminated by the wedding lights...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
The Beast - Texture
The sharp blade slicing the skin
Helping from the escape of emotions
Releasing the BEAST within
Relieving the soul
which once suffered
Alone
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Pot of flame
I am your personal pot of flame
And forever i'll remain...
My existence depends on you,
as you are my oxygen.
You sustain, while I devour...
In my light,
I only see your face,
My light that pledges,
To ever love you,
To ever cherish you...
This pot of flame enlightens us both,
I burn to be yours,
So that you can,
Feel my sincerity,
my devotion,
my love,
and the pain which I endure to be yours...
I am your personal pot of flame,
but a flame which is fragile,
Which falters; with each breath,
Iridescent; with each doubt,
Declines, when others come near it...
I am your personal pot of flame,
My existence indeed depends only on you,
as you are my oxygen.
And you sustain, while I devour...
Na shaan hai sikandari,
Na zaat hai kalandari,
Bus mayray mehboob mayri pehchaan hai,
ik jaltay diyaa si,
jo hota hai raiza raiza sirf tayri aarzoo mai...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Friday, November 19, 2010
My name on her arms
She wrote my name on her arms...
Not by knife
Not by blade
But pouring the color of hennah all the way...
To write my name for her was a way,
She understands me, was all she wanted to say...
To say that
As she wanders of into the distance
She expects me to always find her.
To write my name on her amrs,
Is for me to know that she is fragile
That one day she'll fall, and if she does
She expects me to heal her aching wounds...
To write my name on her arms,
A way to tell, that she wants me there.
For me to know that I should hold her closely,
To touch her innocent soul with my warm heart...
To write my name on her arms,
Is a signal for me to gaze into her deep eyes
And say the three words
That will incapuslate her all
As her touch melds into my embrace
Giving me the respect and love
To write my name on her heart
Forever, and ever and ever...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
The Art of Dying
Qabar banti hai
Aur Maqbaray bhi
Farq kya hai mitne aur mitanay main?
dying is an intricately
pieced together work of art.
it takes an artist to die.
There is the slowing stutter of a heart
A faint echo of a life once lived
A reminder of what we miss the most
Death is indeed an art itself...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed & Purple
