Words of Aazka

the stillness of the atmosphere the quiet you learn to love gawks at you an eerie presence  the noise of the tinnitus screams of the soundlessness you blame people who hurt you but inward you are your biggest victim thrashing and screaming for mercy but you never forgave yourself for the wrong act for loving the wrong person for the betrayal of the good for friendship with evil sweetheart, the atmosphere was never still they all did you wrong but they left and you pick up the weights they left to weigh you down and you never let go Let go... Let go...

Antelopes chase each other Antlers of divine design The curves of the path cuts through my chest with a pang The forest is ferocious; aging better than wine. I hear nothing But the excited trumpet of the elephants But the water splashing in the stony crooks The crack of twigs by squirrels And the lively brooke I wish I could dive in it and flow with its swift along Sway with the enraged waves and go where no eyes have ever laid upon To swim in soil deeper than me To emerge softer than the moss covered trees To become the water and rain To flow and be one with the sea I thirst for the Blue Hills An evergreen ocean Breathing through the forest The breeze whistles in my ears and each drop of dew greets me The moss maps itself on my palms Soft and love My lungs welcome the citrus sweet scent healing my heart better than a balm. A sense of purity unchecked; fresh and serene I come home from the city of smoke This sphere emraces me fully I am the cloud I become the mist. The mountains are sl...

How do you halt pain It can stop time but not age Each try is in vain ~ Aazka

I sit in a mall with the biggest burger which gives me the biggest smile. My aunt and my mother talk but I love my food. A group of people my age pass by me, a girl from them wearing a gorgeous peach-coloured mini sundress. I love it instantaneously before I hear my Aunt say, 'How can her parents let her leave her home wearing  that ?' I look at the girl again, she was gorgeous, I envied her, but I wondered how long before someone touched her bare shoulder making her shudder. Just like I did when the Arabic teacher asked me to sit too close to him so our knees touched. No, he never hurt me, but made me wonder long enough to know. So, I knew. I looked at the library shelves, to find something to help. The librarian did not allow me, I was 12. I walk and look up to see the moon in the bright blue sky. It is going to be a good evening I think as I walk to meet my friends. On the corner of the pavement, a man slaps a woman and she holds her cheek, 'She must be his sister' I...