اُمیدِ بہار کو خزاں کئے ہوئے
تسکین انا میں خود کو فنا کئے ہوئے
زرد پتوں سا بکھرا پڑا
بیٹھا ہوں خود کو ہی شرمندہ کئے ہوئے


عامر

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مجھ سے سوال کر رہی ہے آزادیاں میری
تنہا کیوں کر گئی ہے مجھے تنہائیاں میری
زندگی اسطرح یوں بکھرتی نہ دیکھی تھی
برباد آخر کر ہی گئی ہیں بربادیاں میری
عامر

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اپنی ہی زندگی سے کیوں بیزار ہیں ہم
جو مل نہیں سکتا کیوں اُسے کے طلب گار ہیں ہم
ہر دن کوئی نیا چہرہ سامنے آتا ہے
یہ کس درجہ کے اداکار ہیں ہم
یوں تو نصیحت کرتے پھرتے ہیں اک دوجے کو
پھر خود ہی کیوں نفس کے بیمار ہیں ہم
جس چیز کا کوئی اصل میں مول ہی نہیں
کیوں اُسی دکھاوٹ کے خریدار ہیں ہم
جس کے ہر کونے سے آتی ہے نحوست کی بو
اُس قید میں نہ جانے عامر کیوں گرفتار ہیں ہم

عامر

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Dear undelivered letters,

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you today. I know that you have been with me on this journey of life, faithfully waiting to be sent out and delivered. You have had the potential to bring love, joy, and comfort to those who were meant to receive you, yet here you remain, still and silent.

I am sorry that I have not been able to send you out into the world. I understand how important it is to be able to express our feelings and emotions through words, and as such, I am sorry that I have not been able to give you the opportunity to do so.

Your presence in my life has been a reminder of the things that remain unsaid. But I hope that, even though you have been unable to be sent and delivered, that you will take solace in the fact that you have been a part of my life and that I have kept you safe.

I will always remember the potential that you have held and the words that could have been shared.

Sincerely,

Your Friend

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I try to laugh, put on a smile,
To keep the sadness hidden away
As I walk through life, mile by mile,
Yet still I feel so gray


The light of life is hard to find
A darkness clouds my days
A fog of grief descending my mind
Like a smothering haze

I see the sun, but can't feel its warmth
The sky, but I can't feel its blue
I try to keep my spirits high,
But death still lingers in view

I try to be cheerful, keep up a joke
An ever present smile on my face
But deep inside my broken heart,
My sadness I can't erase.

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Friends are our home
The place we come to when we need to be loved
No matter where we go
The bond always remains strong.

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Bereft of Life

Bereft of life, my body lies
Under the boughs of a darkening sky;
My spirit seeks a distant shore,
Where I can find life evermore.

Where the stars shine forever bright,
And the sun casts its golden light;
Where I can leave this mortal coil,
And find the secrets of the soul.

No longer bound by earthly cares,
I search for truths beyond compare;
To learn what lies beyond this life,
And find my way through death's strife.

The answers I seek may never come,
But I'll still pursue that distant hum;
For I know there lies a greater peace,
Where I'll find true and lasting release.

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Mistakes, mistakes, it's all we do
We fill our lives with worry and woe
We make decisions that lead us astray
We take the wrong path, and then we pay

We try to learn from our missteps and wrongs
But too often find ourselves in the same old throngs
We struggle to break free of our past
And hope this time we can make it last

Though it may seem we're stuck in a bind
We have the power to turn back the time
To right our wrongs, learn and grow
And make a path onward and onward we go

So don’t be discouraged and don’t give up
From mistakes, we have much to learn, so don’t be stuck
For we all make mistakes, it’s part of life
They can be our teacher and help us become wise.

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The fire that once burned bright
Is now but a fading light
The passion that we once shared
Grows dimmer with each passing night

The moments that we once enjoyed
Have now become distant memories
The joy that we had in our hearts
Is now a thing of the past

We can't keep the flame alive
When our love begins to die
We can't keep the spark alive
When our hearts no longer try

But while we may not feel the same
We can still find a way
To remember all the good times
And hold each other close today

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February

February, with its subtle, silent grace
Awaits with patient, steadfast face
Time’s movement ever still, relentless flow
Life’s grey days, an interminable show

Questions of purpose, of choices made
A call to ponder what truth may aid
The answers that offer a guiding light
In the dying winter, a hope for flight

Unlock the secrets, of what lies within
An exploration of the heart and the skin
Questions of the soul, the spirit, the mind
February’s gift, a chance to unwind.

Seek out courage, gain insight to share
For precious moments, we must prepare
Find strength, renew, and accept our fate
A journey of self, a philosophical state.

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