POETRY BY KA

  The Colors of Us – Chapter Two Between Silence and Sunlight Morning arrived quietly over Rainbow Lake. A veil of mist floated across the water while the first rays of sunlight painted the mountain peaks in shades of gold. The valley was still asleep, wrapped in the peaceful silence that only nature could create. Meher stepped outside the wooden cabin, pulling her cardigan closer around her shoulders. The cool morning breeze kissed her cheeks as she walked toward the lake. She hadn't expected anyone else to be awake. Yet there he was. Ayaan sat on an old wooden dock with a steaming mug of tea in his hands, watching the sunrise. "You disappeared," Meher teased as she approached. "I thought I'd borrow the sunrise before everyone else woke up." She smiled. "Was it worth it?" He looked toward the lake. "I think some moments are too beautiful to sleep through." Without another word, he handed her the second mug. "You made tea?" ...

  The Colors of Us – Chapter One A Love Story at Rainbow Lake There are places that take your breath away. And then there are places that quietly return it. Rainbow Lake was one of them. Nestled between towering mountains, emerald meadows, and whispering pine forests, the lake shimmered beneath the afternoon sun like a masterpiece painted by nature itself. Shades of turquoise, sapphire, emerald, and silver danced across the water as the breeze carried the scent of wildflowers through the valley. When Meher stepped out of the jeep, she stood still. For months, she had dreamed of this place. She had seen photographs, watched travel documentaries, and imagined how it would feel to stand here. None of them had done it justice. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispered. Behind her, Ayaan smiled as he lifted their backpacks from the vehicle. "I had a feeling you'd say that." She turned toward him, her eyes sparkling. "You knew?" "I...

  Becoming Me Again As the days quietly pass, I find pieces of myself scattered among forgotten dreams, waiting patiently to be found. I ask myself, Who am I? What do I truly desire? And in the silence, my soul begins to answer. This season of self-discovery has taught me more than any storm. It has shown me the woman hidden beneath the weight of fear, the laughter buried beneath sorrow, the light concealed by chaos. The fear of judgment has loosened its grip on my heart. I no longer shrink to fit inside the expectations of others. I bloom in my own way, at my own pace, under my own sky. I am learning to live for myself, to dance with freedom, to smile without permission, to embrace the beauty of simply being alive. Within me lives a soul full of love, full of wonder, full of endless life. A woman whose heart still believes in joy, still believes in hope, still believes in tomorrow. I cherish the sunrise, the gentle breeze, the laughter of loved ones, and the quiet moments that mak...

  A Journey to Saif-ul-Malook The train slowly rolled into Islamabad Railway Station just as the first rays of dawn painted the sky with shades of gold and pink. Aiza stepped onto the platform, adjusting her shawl as a cool morning breeze brushed against her face. Beside her, Saif carried their luggage, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Their long-awaited journey to Saif-ul-Malook had finally begun. After a quick breakfast at a small café near the station, they hired a car and set off towards the majestic Kaghan Valley. As the city disappeared behind them, winding roads welcomed them into a world of breathtaking beauty. The journey itself felt like a dream. Towering mountains stood proudly against the horizon, their peaks kissed by clouds. Crystal-clear streams raced alongside the road, their water sparkling under the morning sun. Every turn revealed a new masterpiece of nature—lush green meadows, cascading waterfalls, and forests of pine trees stretching endlessly across the hil...

  I was never made for noisy worlds, for rooms filled with hidden intentions and smiles stitched with hypocrisy. Since childhood, my heart learned the language of silence, the pause before cruelty, the weight behind certain words, the jealousy hidden inside laughter. People called me rebellious because I could not force my soul to bow before injustice. But I was never fighting for chaos, I was only trying to protect the softest parts of myself. So I walked away from places that made my light feel shameful. I chose distance, not because I hated people, but because my heart was tired of surviving around them. Now I find comfort in quieter things. The warmth of tea between my hands, rain touching the earth gently, wind passing through my hair, sunlight falling on tired eyes like a promise from God that life still carries beauty. The moon feels kinder to me than most people ever did. The stars listen without judgment. And somewhere between the silence of night and the sound of my own b...

  After the wedding chaos, the two of them had finally left for their honeymoon. For the first time in days, there was peace. No guests, no noise, no responsibilities — just Saif and Ayza beginning a new chapter together. They reached the railway station late in the evening because Ayza had always dreamed of a romantic train journey with the man she loved. Her excitement was impossible to hide. She held Saif’s arm closely while waiting for the train, her eyes sparkling like a child experiencing something magical for the first time. Sitting beside him on the station bench, she rested against his shoulder quietly. Saif had always been her safe place in this world — the calm in every storm, the comfort behind every fear. They were traveling to Islamabad by train, and from there they would continue their journey by road to the beautiful Kaghan Valley in KPK. Ayza had one dream she could never stop talking about — she wanted to see the beauty of Saif-ul-Malook Lake with Saif himself bes...