Baskadia

Letter to my future self

Dear future self, Your present self is a troubled and empty shell of her old self. The only thoughts keeping her going is the thought of YOU. You are the only thing in the world she's holding on to. Keep her safe. Yours Truly.

Prayer-Filled Month: Happy new month my people 💕

As the month begins anew, My heart is filled with prayer, May blessings rain down upon us, And peace be everywhere. May hope ignite our souls, And joy fill up our days, May we find strength and courage, In all life's winding ways. May love surround us always, And kindness be our guide, May we seek to understand, And walk with grace beside. May we be the change we seek, And light up the world with care, May we shine like stars at night, And lift up those in despair. As this month unfolds before u

My Feelings For You

Secretly In Love

When I Close My Eyes

A poem written from the depth of my heart in hopes of reaching the bottom of yours.

Embracing My Passions In Life Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

Introduction: the explore of passions that light up my life and bring me immense joy and inspiration. Through writing poetry, playing badminton, reading books, watching movies, and listening to music, I have discovered a world of self-expression, comforts during ups and downs in my life. Writing poetry is my chosen path to express the depths of my emotions, thoughts, and experiences. Through poetry, I not only widen my creativity and imagination but also aspire to inspire others. and When bore

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

My poem on stars

Beauty of STARS

my father

poetry for father in heaven

THE PEN TO MY HEART

Title: •••— THE PEN TO MY HEART How would one suppose — feelings couldn't be engraved in prose, but, in selected verses — only when one feels unpleased once on the verges? If the pen cannot seduce — what's the essence of its use? It risks to reduce the potency of the words spoken to the ears when the motif isn't the fruit of our ideas. Sometimes, the heart has its conception — which the pen seems often to ignore. But, it[the pen] aspires to become an inspiration and transmits on pages what the heart's enamoured [with]. Isn't this pen a little bird; a factor? Isn't this a lucky emblem of Art? Isn't It this a benefactor — to poets? Such, is the pen to my heart.

Khawab

My own feelings during rain!I wrote this poem in rain and pain

I love rain because it washes away the pain....🍂

My poetry

Is it nice

A beautiful poem that express my feelings convenient way

My little poetry.

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.

My "Allah"

The way I seek my creator....

My story

My poetry in Sindhi language

A poem that describe my feelings of my dad not being with me by Daniel

Is all about my dad when he left me.and those out there who doesn't have parents

America

This is a poem about America, past, present, and where the author wonders about the countries future as impacted by the proliferation of TV. (and now, by extension, social media) Written by my father in 1990, posting with permission after his passing.