we relinquish the moments
that confer self-condemnation.
Sometimes its ok if we can’t
fix our soul and not get to
be whole of ourselves,
choosing peace over pleasing
others is what matters.

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Sometimes even the happiest memories
sting like thorns when reminisced
during the phase of torment.

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Holding the tornado of emotions inside
Consoling and succouring a fervent heart
Forbearance is truly a warrior things.
Letting things go off track once in awhile
Just to see it fall on a place in due course.
Patience bears hope and let it blooms.
Like a tiny bud in the middle of a thorn
Blooming exquisitely, fearless and jocund.
Composure is verily a wonderful thing
that converts hassles into contentment.
While witnessing this we might discern
Patience is always crucial yet worthwhile.

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I cry out to you, my heart
for your mystified bearing.
As you’re accountable for
the episodes around you.

You plumped for the gaiety
Not loaded like this at all,
But now to see you smushed
in your own burden of riddle,
makes me perplexed constantly.

As you were a mender to yourself
When there where numerous
just to impair you viciously,
You turned up, unwaveringly!

And now I beseech you, fervently
to track down your mislaid part
that has been the firm ground
for your inviolable temperament.
Your nonchalant frame of mind
will appease you by and by…

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I want to be like a moon
Not as being beautiful but
being mysterious enough
to evince the vibrance in
the darkest part of night.
To be a reason of observance
when you are forlorn and
have no one alongside.

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This time I have witnessed a very peculiar war.
Where one side there are tons of armed forces and nuclear weapons..And the other side those
twinkling little eyes of hope, that one day they will play on the streets without any dismay.. Under the cover of terrorism, humanity is being crushed under the wreckage. Barbaric acts are being conducted with no shame. Little and guiltless souls are being massacred. This time it’s a war between tyrants and innocents, between evil and good..
Heedless to the upshot the despots going to face.
Free Palestine 🇵🇸

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A trace of gleam
to sneak into us
For it awaits a
radiance of moon
to tiptoe and sprinkle
its appeal,inveigling
that we could treasure
the light only if we could
fathom the mere darkness..

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Iss zindagi mein abhi bhi kuch armaan baaqi hai
Gumrah hue iss rooh mein kuch eeman baaqi hai

Ashkon ne zameen ko samundar se tabdeel kiya
Shukr hai iss khaksaar pe abhi aasman baaqi hai

Wo kehte hain khaalis hai dil unka aaine ki tarah
Aetbaar k baa wajood kuch gumaan baaqi hai

Saahil pe likh ke mitaa di thi apni har aarzu ko
Khuda jaane kyu uss ret pe nishaan baaqi hai

Iss Dil ko baar baar lahu luhaan hote dekha hai
Shukr hai khuda ka abhi jism mein jaan baaqi hai

Kaise pehen lein unke yakeen ka libaas ae Niha!
Ishq k daur e safar mein kayi imtehaan baaqi hai

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اس زندگی میں ابھی بھی کچھ ارمان باقی ہے
کمراہ ہوے اس روح میں کچھ ایمان باقی ہے

اشکوں نے زمین کو سمندر سے تبدیل کیا
شکرہے اِس خاکسار پے ابھی آسماں باقی ہے

وہ کہتے ہیں خالص ہے دل اُنکا آئینے کی طرح
اعتبار کے باوجود کچھ گُمان باقی ہے

ساحل پہ لکھ کے مِٹادی تھی اپنی ہر آرزو کو
خدا جانے کیوں اُس ریت پہ نشان باقی ہے

اِس دل کو بار بار لہو لُہان ہوتے دیکھا ہے
شُکر ہے خدا کا ابھی اِس میں جان باقی ہے

کیسے پہن لیں اُنکے یقین کا لباس، اے نِہا؟
عشق کے دورِ سفر میں کئی امتحان باقی ہے۔

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Even the strongest pretending man
cries his heart out at the phase of
melancholy. Once you preach an
infernal soul, it will heave you to
the depth of hell.

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