The perfumed air
Filled with dark matter
The feeling of the winter rain
And the absence of color
Tempting, breath taking
fragile and protected
A flower so blue
Just like the heart
Numb, sad; yet beating
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Monday, July 18, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Dark rose (existence)
The dark rose that will never bloom a cold heart;
Cruel world, cruel people and a dark rose;
Look what I have done to my life;
Made it a place,
where colors and life doesn't matter,
all what matters is EXISTENCE...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
The Color of hatred
Rang birangi duniya hai
Aur rang birange hain phool
Nafrat ka koi rung nahi hota
Agar sab jayen uss ko bhool.
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed & Purple
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Pure Addiction
The purity of the flower, the addiction for an ant...
Indescribable
Unmeasurable
Yes
A pure Addiction
Not manipulated by the norms of this world
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The Bud (Day 29 of 30)
The bud looks as beautiful as the actual flower, though the fragrance is usually missing but the beauty is there.
To look through things to extract the true beauty is an art
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Standing Out the difference
The difference is what I stand out,
But the question is is there any difference?
Can anyone be different?
I don't think so...
It is all about perspective I guess,
The way we see,
The way we feel,
The way we want to believe in things...
At times I want to be the same for everyone,
And desire to be different in your eyes,
I try too hard and yet I fail...
And desire to be different in your eyes,
I try too hard and yet I fail...
All I want is that you see me,
You notice me...
Without me doing anything special,
Just being my self,
I wish to stand out...
I want you to,
Accept me as I am
not who you want me to be
because that road
will only lead to
disappointment...
So lemme stand out the difference...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Butchered - II
Trunk to Branches to Leaves to Stump
Nothing remaining, just butchered
Reason unknown
Motive known
But who cares? Do you?
Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find,
That money cannot be eaten...
Butchered; if they could scream, no one would have been so cavalier about cutting them down
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Sunday, July 25, 2010
When it rains
I despise rain at times
But somehow today consider it my best friend
Walking across these deserted grounds,
as water pours all over me...
All over the greenry around...
Making it memorable...
When the rain drops hit my face,
I pulled myself away from thoughts,
And gazed at the water falling from the sky...
The sky crying; a line which I used to say,
But now I know; it doesn't cry...
It helps us cover up our tears,
Help the green leaf enrich their roots,
Spreading fresh oxygen all around...
When it rains, I feel my heart still beating...
When it rains, I feel the nature maximizing its strength...
When it rains, I hear to nobody except the water dripping;
Tip tip tip...
When it rains, I live another life within the scent
which fills the air,
Clearing away all the toxins,
All the evil around...
Making it fresh,
Making it beautiful...
When it rains,
I feel like life's a river,
And I'm the current breaking through...
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
Monday, June 28, 2010
Butchered
Trunk to Branches to Leaves to Stump
Nothing remaining, just butchered
Reason unknown
Motive known
But who cares? Do you?
Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find,
That money cannot be eaten...
Butchered; if they could scream, no one would have been so cavalier about cutting them down
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
