Biography of Sara Javed
I am young writer from Lahore, Pakistan. I have my novel, ''Mystery of the Bloody Murder'' available. I am also a poet, with my things published in various Pakistani magazines.
Sara Javed's Works:
Mystery of the Bloody Murder
Sara Javed Poems
When The Reaper Wails
When the reaper wails, the soul cries out, It screams and shouts inside the body, ''Thine last place has arrived, thou shalt not survive! '' he screams, The soul, it hugs the body, utterly distressed,
Persuade Me To Die
Darkness followed me everywhere, Like the mist that cloaks the deadly world. The word betrayal, stamped onto my forehead, like an abuse of some kind.
Who Was The Girl
The girl with those mesmerizing eyes, Eyes filled with love, The beautiful wheatish skin, The natural beauty of a pearl,
Your eyes so deep, I drown in them. They pull me into themselves, your brown orbs, just like the murky water, As I struggle to swim up,
I was not a powerful soul; I was the dreamer. I was not a beautiful soul; I had my fair share of scars and bruises.
I shut my eye and I smile, as my imagination takes over my instincts, I smile gladly as I open my eyes- a bit hesitant. And see a large, open ground in front of me,
Ashes fly everywhere, in all directions. They make my eyes sting, and coat my flesh and cascade of hair. My throat stings with pain,
These mirages- they haunt me, they make me a living misery. People point at me, giggling, whispering. 'Mad, madness, lunatic.'
The First Sunrise Of New Year
The warm mellow scent of Mocha, cascades in my room in spirals, the mist rising from the mug, Kissing my lips softly, sweetly.
What Am I?
I am a suicidal being made of icy glares and frowns. Deep scowls, harsh words and a conflicting soul. Cold, unkempt, dark; made of more hate than love. I fight with myself each day, cry every night.
Sometimes When It Rains
Sometimes when it rains, I stand all alone outside. Like a mystified being possessed by utter magic, As the droplets soak my skin, and slowly move down my bare arms, face and neck,
The Bright Ocean
The mesmerizing waves circled me, The salty sea spray tingled my nose, As I spun around whirling rapidly, With the bright ocean
A Light In My Life
'Tis true, I was cowardly back then, Cowardly, arrogant and payed no heed to others command, 'Tis true, I could never face the harsh truth, Thinking myself as steadfast and boisterous,
It is a silent night, Filled only, with the murmur of the creatures of the night, The stars, oh the stars are clustered like a bejeweled tiara, And the moon, a comely damsel shines so brilliantly
It is a silent night,
Filled only, with the murmur of the creatures of the night,
The stars, oh the stars are clustered like a bejeweled tiara,
And the moon, a comely damsel shines so brilliantly
As I walk upon the moonlit paths
Lighting up my silent world which holds only distress,
Giving me an ambition, giving me a hope
Oh, how I want to run wildly on the speckled stars,
And laugh once, like I can never