Baskadia

Loneliness

Dillagi

A beautiful poem that express my feelings convenient way

Poetry

Poetry

Hazaron dard

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.

Zubair Tarar Pakistani Poet

Zubair Tarar is a Pakistani poet and writer live-in Vehari

Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

Heart of poetry

Appraising the art of poetry ❤️❤️❤️

Here

The main stage of all levels of the universe is the visible world. No matter how low, no matter how dirty, no matter how despicable, this is where the lives of beings are determined. This is where history is. Here comes the scene. This is where it comes into play. This is where the proof is. No matter how much everything is intertwined and full of chaos, this is where the truth always tries to become a reality. All knowledge, all ideas, all hopes, all love and aspirations, will have no value if

قهوة (coffee)

كنز لا يمكن إسكاته، ستختنق عندما لا تهتم تلك الحلاوة التي يبحث عنها الذواقة، العبق الذي لا يمكن لأحد أن يضاهيه، مرارته هي رائحته الطبيعية كما لو أنه مشروب من الينابيع الساخنة - يتم خلطه بملعقة فضية من شيفا، مليء في كأس أفروديت الجميلة - كانت تحفة من قبل الآلهة، كجوهرة تلك الطعمة الغنية؛ لن ينتهي ولن يتلاشى عن ألسنة البشر، إنها خيال تذكره لا يتمنى أحد الاستيقاظ منه، بينما تنتشر نكهاته في عقول العقول، حتى إله الحكمة يشتهي تناوله سيتم العثور عليه دائمًا في مطبخ هيرا، حيث يشتكي زيوس عندما لا يُقَدَّ

Crumbled Ruins

036 Love was composed of sweet symphonies sung from the bottom of our hearts. The beats were in sync and the prances of affections stands like monuments. The rhythm dances along with the piano as smiles glides in the wide ballroom. Distinct laughter of joyful emotions travels along the garden's hall. The shimmering lights illuminates the future ahead of them. It was a lovely sight to see as everyone hugged tightly as if never letting go. But... it doesn't last forever. For love was also compose

Memories

Memories are always sad Whether it is good or bad! Only tears bring back memories Little smile then cry! Gone are the golden times Where there are colorful memories, So I want to go back Repeatedly at that colorful time! Memories are fade away with sweetness, However, the two eyes go through the stream of incessant!

Poetry

This is a Good poetry

Dear Love

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Counterclockwise

009 We were only a kid once, 'cuz when we grew up, time will never move backward. It'll continue to flow without a care and consideration. We will grow old, a phenomena we can't escape, and we'll eventually bid goodbye to our childhoods. Hourglass can't turn back time, even though you flip it multiple times. It'll never look back, it'll never stop. Our childhood is temporary, but our growth is permanent, and our time passes. We were only a kid once for there's no formula that shows how to turn b

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