North star

I’ve walked for miles on a journey too long..

Searching for an oasis, through every right and wrong..

The skies cried a flood when I finally took a nap..

Now all I’m left with is a broken compass, a torn map..

Whichever road I take, it gets closer but I remain far..

I’m a lost traveller and she’s the North Star!

Journey

Long time ago, a man started to run..

Didn’t know the destination or why did he begin..

The sweat on his face glistening under the sun..

Captivating like gold, thus joined another man..

Hungry and tired they found a melon..

To share or keep became the survival question..

One killed another and thought he had won..

That victory, that power, was it all for fun?

Since then men joined a journey that never ends..

Like hamster on a wheel, captivated; we run..

Image credits: Getty images©

Cursed..

Cursed is the one,

Who feels and feels deeply..

In a world, made of nothing

but stone.

The healer!

Shall I not devote my heart,

To the One who holds the mountains firm,

And a myriad of stars in perfect constellations..

For my heart is made of glass..

With a thousands cracks running through..

-Hira Chaudhry

Behold

Been to the mountains of Everest,

and grasses evergreen..

My mother’s wrinkled hands,

the prettiest sight

I’ve ever seen..

Elastic hearts

They walk around the streets,

Wearing perfume on their sleeves..

Looking to share everything but trust,

Laughing for hours but crying first..

Holding hands but shadows apart,

With bodies of stone and elastic hearts..

©Hira Chaudhry

© Image courtesy: Fine art America

Paint..

The color of your soul, is precisely what my darkness seeks..

The compelling strokes of your brush, creating wild ocean peaks..

These cravings that evoke me, more than I’d like to confess..

The touch of your fingertips, for my body is your canvas..