Javaria Malik
Introduction
I’m Javaria Malik, a writer and poet driven by a passion for storytelling and social reflection. With a curious and empathetic heart, I observe the world around me, seeking to understand the complexities of human experience. Through my writing, I aim to amplify the voices of the struggling, marginalized, and oppressed. I believe in the transformative power of words to inspire hope, spark change, and unite people. My writing explores themes of identity, justice, and personal growth, reflecting my dedication to empathy, compassion, and the human spirit. My ultimate goal is to touch hearts, minds, and lives, leaving a positive impact on the world.
Works
Beyond the unknown shore.
Considering death as a soul’s release,
Some find peace in pain’s dark ease.
A state of mind that brings uncertain fears,
Torn between living and dying through all our tears.
Some stories tell of curses that bind,
Inner pain that’s forever on our mind.
Memories of joy are hard to find,
And sorrow’s weight is left behind.
In darkest moments, we’ve all confessed,
A wish to die, to find eternal rest.
But what lies beyond the unknown shore?
A life after death, we’ve yet to explore.
Stop cursing fate, take control of your place,
Create your own world, and cut through life’s pace.
In your own space, find peace and grace,
And live every moment with a smile on your face.
Fly high on the winds of change and might,
Embrace life’s beauty and challenges in sight.
Transform with courage, and let your spirit take flight,
And find the strength in the journey, dawn to night.
Poem 2
Some words embrace your injured soul,
Some are prescribing your scattered thoughts.
Some moments repressed your past gallery.
Some lay with in your broken prestige.
Now amidst the fallen leaves, I see,
The promise of spring, soon to be free.
If you encounter the view of life.
For some, it’s a blur, for others, it’s strife
To grow, sometimes you must hideaway
In months or seasons, find your own way.
Return with hope that’s unbearable,
With new beams of light, undeniable.
Illuminate the world with hope’s pure light,
Brightening the darkest corners with might
Poem 3
Intrinsic drop of rain, filled each gap
This might stir the dead seeds.
A wave of hope embraced the suppressed
For some it’s the life, for some it’s the path.
Though wind resonates with desperate soul
Though hope echoes for seeds to grow.
Amidst the darkness, they stay await.
For a glimmer of life to initiate.
Poem 4
Regret makes a pure soul uncertain,
Renders it lamenting the ill deeds,
Rhymes all the scattered thoughts,
Portrays the very artistic seed