CREATING THE WORLD

 i sat alone and watched the rain it felt like someone knew my pain the walls were quiet, the lights were low i had no place i had to go my phone was dead, my smile was fake i laughed at times just for their sake they passed me by, they called me strong but deep inside, they had it wrong

This World Is Nothing Oh fleeting world, thy glories turn to dust, The golden sun shall set, the stars shall fade, All vows of love do rot, betray their trust, And graves embrace the dreams that men once made. The laughter dies, yet echoes in the air, A broken song the wind forgets to keep, No heart is safe, for love is never fair, It gives a kiss, then leaves the soul to weep. I held a hand, it turned to ash too soon, I called a name, the silence gave reply, Like autumn leaves beneath a cold, pale moon, All things must fall, all things must say goodbye. A mother waits, but sons don’t turn around, A father speaks, yet no one seems to hear, The kindest souls lie buried underground, And none recall they ever once were near. O cruel world, what mercy do you show? You give a taste, then steal the final breath, We chase the light but drown in endless woe, For all we love shall find its home in death.

 A lion doesn't beg for respect; it earns it with its presence." — Abdul Aleem nsk

 

 A majority of people believe that they have to go to school in order to become successful in life. Most parents concentrate only on their child’s academic results, and when a child scores low, he is threatened, punished, or even embarrassed in front of others. It is such pressure that makes children consider themselves failures if they do not excel in academic work. Therefore, though studying is a crucial life feature that teaches the fundamentals such as reading and writing, it is not the only way to gain success. School education can be a helpful side direction that a person can choose as an auxiliary option to occupy his or her time while being focused on the main interest. For instance, sports, arts, music, or business talents call for practice, and practicing is not always possible during and after school hours. Let me describe a boy for you who is fond of football and practices for hours. His life will not be as great as it could have been if his parents only make him study ...

  No one heard me... though I cried, They just smiled and walked beside. But never once looked in my eyes— Where whole worlds burned, where dream-light lies. They called my voice a foolish sound, A leaf that falls and hits no ground. “Be quiet, read, be just like them,” They said, and shut the truth again. They could not see the skies I drew— Not painted blue, but endless too. While they made homes of brick and fear, I built my world from broken years. They told me, “Stop. You dream too far.” But how could I? I was the star. They mocked the roads I dared to climb, But never once asked, “Is he fine?” I smiled through pain and held my fire, Even when tired, even when dire. Their words were stones, but I stayed still, With bleeding hands, I climbed my hill. Now… their sons work where I lead, Their daughters plant the dreams I seed. They clap, they cheer, they shake my hand, But once, they wouldn’t let me stand. Their pride is loud—but memory stays: The nights...

 Abdul Aleem nsk is a hardworking, young talent who focuses on writing, creating and designing in poetry, prose, articles and even digital artistry.t. Having found his vocation in the art of telling simple stories with added layers of depth, he synchronizes conventional mythologies with the contemporary world while entering cultural context with the world’s reality. The characters he represents show respect for ancestry, relations, and development processes, alongside with playfulness and critical thinking. In fact, Abdul Aleem’s works are not simply art, but rather, he offers his audiences words and images which he implores them to listen to and contemplate.