When you fathom deep you learn to swin.
You clock the Apex of loneliness.

When you are fed up of the worldly joy
And bear the sleepless nights of gloom.

When you are dearer to nobody
you enjoy your mysterious arcane.

When you love your own face
and praise your beauty before the mirror.

When you don't heed the gossips around
And are contented with what you have.

You get brawny and a bold companion "Solitude"
That admires you even if you are pale and grey.

That who hear your wails of defeat
and bear your rage but never complain.

That who cajoles you in every Melancholy
And desires nothing in return.

That who accepted you with no glory but endless failure
And accompanied you when your own shadow unfollowed.

Be grateful that you own solitude
the solitude that will ride with you in your coffin.

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She is a sweet pain ,I am ready to die with! — % &

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Believe!

You own my soul ,if you could but believe.

Not my orbs that espied you,nor my heart that beats for you.
For i always carry them with me ,to spend a little more hours before.

But when you shall ask for , on nobody but me ,this task bestow.
For the death is certain but a taste though, and the grave to dust my human form .

I intend not to thwart for if you would but believe.
The world is just a cause ,for the heaven is to dwell with eternity.

I owe you my soul,what else should you sought for.— % &

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Udd gaye par se taqaat e parvaaz to kya gham
Hum b apne nechey asmaan rekhte the.

The Qaid, tha jb talak Shooq e parvaaz
Darte hai ki khai ab reha na karde.

Tha pingre me mayasar mera har
saahib e zauq lekin
Shooq e shikaar kuch aur hai

Rekhte the ahd e wafa ki umeed jin se .
Kehte hai fasaan e ishq kya hai.

Mav e Tabassum ko samaj betha tha
iqraar e mohabbat
Hai voh mera mehboob mujhe yeh
kya gumaan tha.
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Ode to Contempt

What else should is sought for, I own you
I had that illusion on thy heart’s beat
Though learned a goat’s teach
fore me those blessed eyes , little do shine
That bypass a blank exchange

Those midnight hours with that window pane
Asking HER for thee Sheen lane
Waft! her soft breeze peck my cheek ,
By now those false moments seem subtle colors

The more I fall in thee , the more got I cozon!
Lorn! though I kept them , for you be a captor
Grave me parched for thee ,I run the orb’s sea
Out of the contempt, the faith that look dead ,I seek thy sympathy

Poor the folk or fewer be , the filthy foes I seldom consider
Had that illusion on thy heart’s beat
Look still in my eyes deep , gaudy do they wait
Let afar the loss we went for ,come in for I hold thy rich space.

Those frizzy dark tresses that smelt a Musk’s pride
I owe my soul ,doth I hath thy mere response
When asked for thou alteration , you avow a God’s client
Doth I not hold thy God’s art

Recall those moments of yield
Owning thy naïve heart’s beat
Now should I contempt or you kind be
the pure love hold no compromise

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"Ode To Joy"

Captioned!— % &

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"Be yourself"

Be yourself, be your own!

Live your life of nobody but own
be yourself be your own!

do not compare yourself with others
for you will always find
persons greater than you .

be yourself be your own !

learn to cheer not mock
for you are better elsewise .

Be yourself be your own!

Know yourself know your God
Praise Him for your pride
and find what you are meant for .

Be yourself be your own!

Don't be jealous on others shine
you too are His part
this universe is yours and you have its right!

Be yourself be your own!

Be greatfull and show your gratitude
Enjoy your achievements or whatelse you own.

Be yourself, be your own!

The world be small , so are your desires
Be prepared for the endless life
, after you are risen for heaven .

Be yourself, be your own!

Be brave, try speak truth, believe yourself
Be a Hero of your own.

Know your value ,
for if you know yourself ,it is a justice ,
A justice to yourself,
and a justice to life.

Be yourself, be your own.
— % &

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Silence!


What Silence teaches , is worth thousand words.

The silence of winters on Izle's settle .

The silent caelum beholding the mighty stellars.

The serene soul every folk desires.

The silence on the night's fall.

The moonlight tryst beholding a couple.

The silent grave,when the death takes its young.

The silence of a broken heart, hapless, forlorn, woebegone ..

Shall I then silent remain or shall i speak?
But if I speak the silence nowhere be.

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Crimson spring

Don't be shaken for the youthes proud
Thee still hold a lad fair.

Thou that art now little see thy orbs
I clasp still thy twenty summer's brow


Despite thy face not new viewest.
We may well hath thy fresh repair

Thy devine beauty still I could see
I claim on , for I be a warm beholder

Rich with sparkling embers thee blossom
Thy beauty had an immortal drink


For the neve nothingness thy bloom
Don't die single, that beauty with thee

After we shall mount the heavens stair
Our own art more bonny my sustain.

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Her Rodomel lips and the orbs fine.
Izle my heart to call them mine.

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