Art.Of.My.Words

I hear of you, O Black Seed, I hear of your praises,  What are you, O Black Seed? What are you? Black Seed, What am I? I am the Black Caraway, From Egypt I come, I am the Kalonji, Black Seed, I am thymol, Thymoquinone , Thymol hydroquinone,  All in one. Black Caraway, I am a miracle seed,  I am what Cleopatra used as cosmetic treatment Kalonji, I am that Pharaoh Tutankhamun placed on his tomb, I am what the Greatest man, Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H) talked of, I heal all, except Death. Kalonji, I am the Roman Coriander, What Isaiah talked about in the Old Testament, What Dioscorides used to cure head and toothaches, I am the Habbat Al Barakah,  The Blessed seed, from Arabia, The one whose prominence was gained, During the rise of Islam. Black Cumin, I am a antidepressant, Ensuring my user succumbs not to stress, An inflammatory, liver protector, Fennel Flower, I fight cancer, courtesy of alpha-heredin in me, I remedy many, Diabetes, asthma, epilepsy, Bl

He was neither too tall nor too short, yet when he stands in a crowd he is the tallest until the group disperses.  He was white but not too white, with a rosy tint.  His neck shined like silver and slender like an oriental jug.  He had a broad forehead with thick eyebrows.  This man I talk about had thick hair, neither curly nor straight, which he would at times part at the middle and never did it extend the lower tip of his ears.  This person had a protracted and slender nose with narrow nostrils, large majestic eyes with jet-black pupils and long lashes.  His mouth was not very small with teeth glistening and spacious.  His face was radiant as if the sun were following its course across and shining from his face.  At the time of his death, he had 17 white hairs shared between his temples and the front of his thick beard.  He had hairs on his forearms and shins and a thin fine line ran from his chest to his navel whereas his chest and belly were free from any hairs. This hon

Whenever there are no colours, I appear, Mysterious, powerful to some, Authoritative and evil to most, I symbolize grief, fear and the unknown, I am a primordial void, An abyss with no end. I am as simple as I am complex, Often overlooked, Misunderstood by the common eye, Given a negative connotation; Blacklist, black eye, black humour. It needs to be known,  There are more vibrant shades of, Yellow, white, purple, Each more attractive than the last, But I am just as outstanding, Just as intruiging. I am the colour that hides,  The colour of the evil panther, The colour of blindness,  Loneliness and aloofness, I am the colour of coal, A substance worth as much as gold, I am the colour of the night, Vigilant and while.

There comes a time when you just meet this one person and like magic, you are intrigued. That one person who takes to you a whole different level of happiness. The one whom you can talk to about anything and everything. Pour your heart to and never have a doubt. The one who sees behind that happy mask you have on. The one person who knows you as you and not what you depict. The one who sees you fail but still encourages to keep going ahead. They know of your flaws and still accept you as you are; no discrimination. The one you can fall apart before them and they'd sew you back to whole. The one who moulds who you are; partly determines who you shall be. The one you want have deep conversations about life with. That one person you want to annoy forever. Who makes your heart beat just by the sight of them. Who makes you smile even when you are down low. Who calls you in the middle of the night just to ask you if you are awake. That one person you are comfortable wearing pjs before th

I'm sitted  Crying my pain away While you are out there Smiling It's your day. You robbed me, Went ahead and, Touched what is not yours, You scarred me forever, Leaving me with wounds, That not even time can heal. When you finally get your wife, You are never going to remember me, You will not think of, How you snuck into my room, Not think of the touch, The touch that I loathed, How you defiled me, For days and days on end, You aren't going to remember, Little me, Writhing under you. I never understood What was happening? I mean, How was I supposed to know that, That is private? How was I to know It wasn't right? It wasn't supposed to happen? I was but a mere child, Innocent, Untainted, I was pure, Until you came along.

"Have you ever experienced that serenity and peaceful feeling? That out-of-this-world feeling? Where you feel as though you're on cloud nine? Have you ever felt at peace with yourself and with your surrounding? Felt as though nothing can break you? That you have finally gotten your "Happily ever after"? Felt that kind of serenity that is almost like paradise?" Well, when most people are asked all that, they promptly think of one being at peace after getting that dream job, after holding that top position in school, after marrying that dream man/woman. All that brings one peace of mind and a sense of calmness. But one that is temporary and as is known, all what's temporary ends and we, as human,do not,and I repeat, do not want anything temporary. So the main challenge lies in attaining serenity and peace of mind that will last us a whole lifetime and even once we are six feet under. Achieving that calmness, mind you, takes time and requires utmost patient a