Author: Akhiz

Who Are We?

Who are we in this complicated world?

if we come to sleep
we are His drowsy ones.

and if we come to wake
we are in His hands.

if we come to weeping,
we are His cloud full of raindrops.

and if we come to laughing,
we are His lightning in that moment.

if we come to anger and battle,
it is the reflection of His wrath.

and if we come to peace and pardon,
it is the reflection of His love.

Who are we in this complicated world?

– Rumi

A Love Letter to Aviation

I have loved fighter jets since I was a child, used to draw them everywhere and yes Top Gun is my all time favourite movie (alongside T2). I had this concept in mind since the last two years and finally started working on it a few months ago. The only thing I think I missed are a few sonic booms 🙂

Never Fall In Love With a Poet

never fall in love with a poet

Never fall in love with a poet
For he will immortalize you with his words
Of all the people that you will meet in your lifetime
Not one will look at you like he will
He will cherish every moment, treasure every smile of yours
That sparkle in your eyes, the color of your fingernails
The way you tuck hair behind that ear
Those moments when you don’t blink
He will use them as fuel to stop time
As he inscribes you down with every keystroke
Never fall in love with a poet
For he will paint you everyday
Carving your face with his words on that paper
You will live a thousand lives in those poems
Every rep with the weights
Each click
He will think of you
Never fall in love with a poet
Because if it all goes south for him
He will fight battles within himself
Plundering down those walls, retaliating
All those thoughts
All those roads
That say no to you
He will gaze upon you from afar
Like an artist’s smitten peek at a masterpiece
Like a flower which is admired but not touched
Never fall in love with a poet
Because through black of days, dark of night
Untimely winters, those faceless springs
He will constrain his heart
So that divine happiness may find you
As he becomes a scavenger
A vagabond in the valley of words
Hunting solace in art.

Let’s Pretend

lets's pretend

Let’s pretend
Let’s pretend to be alive
Hearts blooming with the sounds of spring
Let’s pretend to see the stars
Holding hands
Staring up, making shapes, counting
Let’s pretend to fill it all in
That moment
When planets align
Mine
Your’s
Questioning its very own existence
Time executes a treachery on itself
And stops
Let’s pretend
So … in a universe parallel to our’s
You and me
Don’t .

* In Quantum Physics there is a theory of Parallel Universes which states that there exist multiple universes which are exact copies of our own and there are multiple versions of us doing the exact opposite of what we do on ours.

Poetic Truths

poetic truths

For it’s a strange thing that
we are able to weave the web of true poetry
only when sadness reigns the heart

Like that mystery ingredient
which adds flavor and finesse
to the gourmet of feelings expressed in words

Why happiness is seldom the reason to
elevate our words, lifting them at heights
unprecedented

Majority of poets are born
not out of curiosity, ambition or fascination
but out of necessity

Needs to fill up empty voids with words
voids acting up like black holes
in the cosmos of one’s emotions

It’s a reassurance to one’s self
almost a last resort against
blitzkrieg of the senses

A major part of life is spent in searching the
joys of heart so when at hand
we try our best living those moments

Songs are often born by the mating of
euphoria and glee as the words
get the baptism of contentedness

People relate more to sadness
so tragic poetry seems like a soothing light
at the end of the tunnel

 

Its just a feeling of mine that words come out more strongly when your heart is sad.

Blitzkrieg = An intense military campaign intended to bring about a swift victory.