Ali Asad Zia

Where is the inner child in you? Who were you before they broke your heart? Where is the inner child in you? The dreamer, visionary and thoughtful? The one that opened doors of fortune himself The one that missed spring but was fond of colors Where is the soul that believed life goes on? The Courageous, strong and hopeful? The one that lived the idea of being broke yet whole The one that inspired people to believe in goodness Where is the warrior of hard-bitten lucks? The Determined, driven and purposeful?  The one that imprisoned himself to set them free The one that escaped the refuge of his bed Happiness falls bare in the heart of discontent Don't lose the beautiful art in this deep pain Don't find grey where colors once lived Don't let the strength of your wings fall unsteady Don'...

The ever lasting struggle The Shimmering Cascades of love The assorted colors of spring tide The mounting fragrance of blooms The holy chuckles of a sinless child The conquered silence by birds The chattering aura of rain The listed calls on the phone The awaited knocks at the door The warmest greetings from f riends The enchanting praises at ends The ignited candles at the table The glossy lights down the street The sequel of childhood collections The wisdom in instinctive thoughts The charm in fulfilment of wishes The sight of a shooting star Nothing feels relieving enough Enough to extinguish the fire inside Enough to battle the recalls inside Nothing feels soothing enough Enough for better choices to make Enough for better chances to take Peaceful the lumi...

A little more than they used to Eyes, Said a little more than they used to Shed a little more than they used to Hearts, Loved a little more than they used to Lost a little more than they used to Souls, Chased a little more than they used to Failed a little more than they used to Spirits, Impressed a little more than they used to Burned a little more than they used to Smiles, Faked a little more than they used to Glittered a little more than they used to Days, Troubled a little more than they used to Jittered a little more than they used to Nights, Prevailed a little more than they used to Stared a little more tha they used to Stars, Paled a little more than they used to chattered a little more than they used to ...

Dont let yourself down Don't let yourself down It's dark, deep and welcoming there A trickery of unearned sufferings A collision between both divisions An illusion in brightest of visions Some forgotten remembrances Some begotten claims A cruising melancholy A rushing trauma Don't let yourself down Recall your quests Bethink your chases Embrace your souls Devise your goals It wish to be tough to battle A rough one to settle But you've been entrusted the strength As a divine intervention To end the strickening sequels To mend the course of dejection And win the happiness back in you! - Ali Asad Zia

When Shooting stars dream I've been by myself all night long Tripping at every recall How easy it was to die in severance Still it took a whole life to quit Emptying my soul to breathe yours Clearing my mind to read yours In the Quest to win you back again Holding my heart to steal yours A memory, teardrop, or an instant reverie Steering me to a bitter truth A beautiful lie With your vision still bright in my eyes With your breath still heavy in my sighs I'm Waiting for another glance A believer in my final stance For the cozy warmth yet to come Depending on the second chance Let's befriend the missing essence Let's be fond of the happy impressions Because the time to come Has a better dream to offer! - Ali Asad Zia

Cursed leaves Spring tide But the cursed leaves staggered behind Lingering against the avenue of blazing hearts Turning and twirling Driving its restlessness Looking for an impact To crack its stiffness To lose its resistance Finding an inevitable force To breach its self esteem To reach its real dream The dream of delicacy The stream of fineness The trail of fragrance The tale of a bloom One day We will breed as the most beautiful ones   - Ali Asad Zia

The Idiocy - Dipped in ignorance We've lost the essence of our creed We've lost the richness in our deed Empty souls with rotten faiths Bendy images of darkened wraiths Abandoned spirits, lewd  and wicked Paved hearts,  drained and crooked Unfit oaths with wretched preception Beaming faces a make up for deception In a pursuit to brighten up desires Mastered the liberty of the criers Witness, O modern man To live the true meanings of creed Let your belief and morals breed To attain the tidings of progress Assemble the nerves to confess To reach the interpretation of His dream Let your chest pour along the holy stream - Ali Asad Zia