Long, thick stems grow
With help of sweet sunlight
As the flowers whisper fantly
Blowing like a featherless kite
Strong but timid scents come
From the bushes that blossom
Although we can not see the
Flowers whom we hear are so awsome
I saw many pictures of the folded,
Colorful, glass-like flowers
And it made me feel as if I was in
A cool, but refreshing shower
The colors are brighter
Yet softer than a rainbow
Just as kids who are “All play and no show.”
I try to imagine, and take in
The beauty of it all
As I have not viewed with my own eyes
For these flowers do not bloom in the fall
–Yet are in us all.

Love Sick

Love Sick

I can’t hold it in, all this pain.

I can’t take the insanity of these mind games.

It’s killing me,

Tearing me apart inside.

The longer I contemplate it,

The less of it I can take.

Fall into my black hole,

And woe be unto you.

My saddened state is somewhere I don’t want to be.

I have no choice,

It’s draining me.

Until I draw my last breath,

I’ll suffer here in this world.

So every night when I go to sleep,

I beg.

Pray that if I must suffer,

Let me then die.


Here I sit,
All alone in my room.
People are all around me.
I am all alone.
They say this will pass.
They say put the past behind.
They tell me to smile,
But the smiles are just a front.
I feel sad and alone.
All I want to do is cry,
Hoping the tears will wash away the heartache and pain,
And allow me to feel life again.
I am numb now;
Nothing makes any sense.
reach out for you,
But you’re no longer there.
I long for the days past,
When you were near me.
I feel your presence and love,
But your arms aren’t here to hold or comfort my fears.
You said you would never go,
That you would always be here.
But you left me during the night
And I awoke all alone in a crowded room

People Ask

People Ask

People ask me where am I going:

I tell them into the future –

Carrying the knowledge I have learned

Toting my heritage and traditions

Sharing the wisdom I have been given

With open eyes to see the beauty around,

With caring arms to comfort those I meet,

With listening ears to hear the cries of the children and laughter too,

With a smile to give or share with you.

People ask me what am I looking for: I tell them simple things,

Peace of mind while I sleep,


And love to share with someone.

People ask me where have I been:

I simply say in limbo,

Numb for years,

Staring out an open window,

Waiting for him.

Dreams of Tempest

Dreams of Tempest


The eternal oblivion sings its dirge for me.

To love me not,

To hide away in whispering shadows instead.

You are the velvet,

Viscid viper’s voice inside my head,

The Warm,

Enticing darkness that everyone dreads.

I fear you not,

I love you

Yet I know you not.

Like cool rain on a suffocating night,

You soothe the anguish in my soul

Where nothing else can reach.

You are the greatest teacher and the perfect lover and yet…

Alone we are and empty both are we

The enlightened living in shadow,

Lonely ever more.

The Written Word

The Written Word
The written word can bare the soul,

Like poison ink on lace,
Give glory to that final goal,

Trace tears upon one’s face.
The written word can touch the heart,

Like darts, or passion’s flame,
Bring meaning to a new day’s start,

Find solace out of shame.
The written word can change the mind,

Like sorrow turned to smiles,

Can tell a tale of things unkind,

Send love across the miles.
The written word can capture time,

Like memories under glass,
Bring reason to a simple rhyme,

Lead thoughts to form a mass.
These written words were meant for you,

Like those I’ve penned before,
They tell a tale of moments true,

Yet promise so much more.

Now take the words I’ve written here,

And those I know you’ve read…
Believe in them and hold them dear,

My heart is where they’ve led.


The truth will never be worn and withered
The truth will not shattered hit by the waves and tides
The truth will not fade away by the heat of the sun
Will not shrink by blowing of the wind
Not be cracked by darkness of the night

Make and freeze for Ramadan

These look yummmy

Afreen's kitchen

Alhamdolillah…Alll done for ramazan

By Afreen Zia
Frozen snacks for Ramadan…You can make and freeze all these for Ramadan…

  Chicken boti  sticks


Boneless chicken 750 gm (cut into cubes)

Black pepper powder 1/2 tsp 

 Red chilli powder 1 n1/2 tsp

Mustard powder 1/2.tsp

Soya sauce 2 tablespoons 

 Salt1 n 1/2tsp

For frying

 Eggs (beaten) 2 Bread crumbs as required

– Marinate boneless chicken cubes with all ingredients   and leave it for 1 hour. 

 – Then insert them on wooden skewers, coat in bread crumbs and freeze.

At the time of frying dip in 2 beaten eggs and deep fry till light golden.

Potato samosas

For Dough:

Flour 250 gm

Salt to taste

Carom seeds ½ tsp

Oil 2 tbsp

Water as required

Or ready made samosa sheets 1/2 kg

Filling for 1/2 kg samosa sheets:-

Potatoes 1 kg (boiled and mashed

Coriander leaves ¼…

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My True Colors

My True Colors

Through mist and fog came I
Through lovers teeth and sailors eye

Brought unto your holy grave
Burned by hatreds fiery wave

Time now by my side
Counting years I count with you

With blood of red and sky of blue
Running out of haven ways

Into nights that shine like days
Pull the knife from out my back

To stab you in your own
My true colors now have shone!

Never-ending Thoughts

Never-ending Thoughts

My thoughts are many, but fragments;
Each one not making any sense on its own.

Haven’t quite figured out how to put all the pieces together;
Perhaps…no, that would be the easy way out.

Each end looking for a beginning;
Each beginning keeps starting over.

Is it the past merely repeating itself?
Or is it trying to teach a lesson that can’t be learned?

The answer is somewhere between the beginning and the end.

Because the end, ultimately, is death.