Baskadia

Sad-poetry

Poetry

اپنی تصویر کو انکھوں سے لگاتا کیا ہے ایک نظر میری طرف تیرا جاتا کیا ہے تو میرا کچھ نہیں لگتا لیکن اتنا تو بتا دیکھ کر مجھ کو تیرے ذہن میں اتا کیا ہے

Poetry

Hazaron dard

Plants harmon

Auxins

Lost in the dust.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥... 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬... 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲,𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.🤷🏽‍♂️ 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲,𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

IAM YET TO DIE

TITLE: I AM YET TO DIE POET: ABDULLATIF KHALID. I rise, alive, with a sigh, Whispers of wind, wistful and high. In every breath, a gentle cry, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Echos of eternity, entwined, In vibrant veins, life's rhythm defined. A symphony of moments, unconfined, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Silent symposium, shadows sway, Moonlit melodies, in darkness play. A lullaby, sung by stars, they say, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Whispering waves, upon the shore, The ocean's

Peace

Danica, a curious and determined girl, uncovers a web of secrets at her prestigious school. As she digs deeper, she discovers hidden messages that threaten to upend everything. With each new revelation, Danica becomes a key player in a centuries-old mystery, forcing her to question her identity and purpose.

Truth remains and rise

Reports and scene can be altered, elements introduced or introverted so that certain theme is portrayed, but the truth shall remain and rise. Truth can be buried underground, and be sealed by cement around so that is shall never be found, but it is proud hence it shall rise. At eminent time it shall blossom, converting cement to soil of loam so that it branches until we goam While putting shame to undertaker.

The Tale of Twist (Poetry)

The beauty of art is in the confusion it brings lol

Hell’s Angel

I fell like tears on a rainy day Down to my doom and awakening Enlightened with feelings afresh and motives anew I have now evolved into self discovery Broken and reformed into a masterpiece One Pablo would be proud of It is in this new form that I dare to challenge all boundaries and conformity for I have met with the bulls eyes I’ll indulge you once or twice But where were you before my rebirth

Her Name is Love

Short Poem about Love

December Ko Rukhsat Karen

--آؤ کہ دسمبر کو رخصت کریں۔۔ کچھ خوشیوں کو سنبھال کر کچھ آنسوؤں کو ٹال کر، جو لمحے گزرے چاہتوں میں جـو پل بیتے رفاقتـوں میں کبھی وقت کے ساتھ چلتے چلتے جو تھک کے رکے رستوں میں کبھی خوشیوں کی امید مِلی کبھی بچھڑے ہوؤں کی دید مِلی کبھی بے پناہ مسکرا دیے

Shayri hindi Shayri

Shayari life shayari two line Hindishayari

Sane

Poetry

Summary available

Daughter love

یہ شاعری خود میں نے لکھی ہے آپ سب سپورٹ کریں

I have written this poem myself, I need your support

“Smile a little more, regret a little less.

English Poem

Short poem About Rain

Kizaah poetry