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Urdu Ghazal

Sab khasara hua hai mujhe,, Gam tumhaara hua hai mujhe!! سب خسارا ہوا ہے مجھے،، غم تمہارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Ban raha wo hayaa aur ki,, Jo utaaraa hua hai mujhe!! بن رہا وہ حیا اور کی،، جو اتارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Hairatii Dar khushi se hai aur,, Gam sanvaaraa hua hai mujhe!! حیرتی ڈر خوسی سے ہے اور،، غم سنوارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Saaz o saamaan rakh baand kar,, Kuch ishaara hua hai mujhe!! ساز و سامان رکھ باندھ کر،، کچھ اشارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Ab hua hai wo aashiq mera, Ab wo haaraa hua hai mujhe!! اب ہوا ہے وہ عا

Short poem

Rain drops with a desire To wash away some undesires... The cold wind flows as it has no destination Touches our soul with a sweet shiver.... Thunders struck with flash Unraveling the darkness around.... Clouds mingle with each other Creating a grey canvas of an unknown artist.... The environment dances without any tune Making our mind and thoughts sway with it....

The Crow and me

This poem consists of two parts. The first one was written nearly in 2008th

One should always be a little more active in health awareness.

Health is not a lie, so keep an eye on health. Follow the rules that are beneficial for maintaining health. Today I have come up with 34 useful tips for you ..

Another world

Have you ever closed your eyes and wandered inside your head only to find yourself in the wrong address Because I did These aren't my thoughts This isn't my mind I wandered too far and now I am losing myself in someone else's head, drifting away to a place no beloved one can reach to save me. The faces, the vibes, the pattern of thinking Even the colors aren't the same I once painted my world in the colors of sunset, I lit the horizon with pink and lilac flames But this, inside this mind there w

Thorns Love at first sight I saw thou with my two eyes I hoped thou brings the light.

A man hopes to find a perfect partner, and he loves someone very much. Although he expects that love can give happiness to him, but it did not happen. At last he feels lonesome.

Eirlys

000 A snowdrop sprout below the blanket of snow, Fighting the cold and letting its roots flow. Spring will soon arrive and the snow will thaw, Winter will soon end and so is your sorrow. —Eirlysss💧

Humpty

Just a poem i made up lol

Miscellaneous

I think the scariest place to be is in your 20s, Everything changes, confused on who we are and what we want, So many friends but yet we're all alone, Dying to succeed because we don’t want society to belittle us. No, we can’t cry for help because we are adults but we are far too young to understand life itself. Maybe this stage of our lives is light years away from pretty and where we find ourselves become the new us.

Long Lonely road

Long lonely road The long, lonely road stretches on, No end or beginning in sight, Emptiness and darkness surround me, An abyss I cannot fight. The flicker of stars in the sky, Promise of hope in the night, Fading like a forgotten dream, Dissolving into the light. The winds blow prophetic warnings, And whisper secrets in my ear, Of an unknowable destiny, A future that I cannot hear. The darkness taunts me onward Through my distant, foggy flight, Lifting my sorrows to heaven, To roam this endless

Dream deferred

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up,like a raisin in the sun? Or foster like a sore,and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over,like a syrup sweet? Maybe it just says,like a heavy load Or does it explode? What happens to justice deferred? What happens to love deferred?

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Kaif Saifi

Effluxion

Of all the machinations of the divine. Man if'en thou feareth none, thoust must fear Time and its authority to corrode, erode and corrupt. It is time that undoes man and its effluxion that reduces mass and matter. Reader, in two centuries time would've reduced you to dust and obscurity! Such is! -Kudi Msughter (For the year 2100)

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

The Art of storytelling: captivating hearts and minds

Storytelling is rigid art engaged by the telling/creator that essentially reanimates the feelings of thrill, emotion and empowerment. Its been mis used some times in our world today. but, it stands to be the most powerful form of art and theatrics.

Poetry co

I am a boy who lives in Colombia and my dream to be a writer, I share a poem from my book thoughts of the heart, I hope you like it.I'll be the prince who heals any wound that exists in your heart, with my tenderness I will wrap your soul.

Beauty In Nature's Realm

In nature's realm, where wonders unfold, Beauty emerges, a story untold. Graceful petals, colors ablaze, A symphony of hues in sun's gentle rays. Mountains that rise, majestically tall, Their rugged allure, captivating all. Rippling waters, serene and clear, Reflecting the sky, a mirror so near. But beauty transcends what eyes perceive, A truth profound, in hearts it weaves. In kindness given, a warm embrace, In laughter shared, a radiant grace. The twinkle in eyes that hold a dream, The courage

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned,my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless,naked,piping, loud Like a friend hid in a cloud Struggling in my father's hands Striving against my swaddling-bands Bound and weary I thought best To suck upon my mother's breast

The bear and the two friends

It’s better to Have a few loyal friends than thousands fake friends