FAREWELL for our dear seniors. May Allah bless you with the best.
Farewell Urdu Poem for SENIORS
Muhabbat hi toh thi – Spoken Word Urdu Poetry
Here's my first video: I hope you enjoy it.
Mizaaj e Ishq: #5. Be’saakhta muskuraahat
Mujhse bichhad ke ek baar muskuraaya hi nahin_
wo kabhi umr tamaam
Mizaaj e Ishq: #4. ~Zindagi mein bahot kam…~
Zindagi mein bahot kam mili haii wo cheez Wo cheez jise shiddat se chaaha bepanaah Shikwa na koii gila rakhte hain aye chaman Tu ghulab apni jagah_Uski khushboo apni jagah Suna haii bin barsaat ke rutha sa tha_Dil ka ye aasmaan Toot kar chubhta raha_Mujhe woh khwaab be'wajah Meri muqaddas numaaya zindagi thi maanind e... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #3. ~Nuks to unn mein hote hain…
Mere Rab ke haathon ka noor toh_ Uska chehra bataata haii
Mizaaj e Ishq: #2 ~Be’daar tha main…~
Kab main tanha tha_Mujhe hosh nahi
#1. laboN pe zikr mere ho
Kaash kabhi aesi bhii _ Koii Tasbeeh meri ho Labon pe zikr mere ho _ Aur Ungliyaan teri ho
Feels of My Hopes
And one fine day, you won't have to feel miserable. You won't have to beg for love. You won't have to cry over lost loves. Because one day, someone will walk into your life and this person won't judge you straightaway. Someone will try all of one's might to understand you. Someone will find out... Continue Reading →
rihaa kar de mere dil se
One of the best and most heartfelt urdu poem I had ever written.
Muhabbat hi toh thi: Part II
Sirf Muhabbat hi nahiiN Qayaamat bhi thi
Muhabbat hi toh thi Part I
Muhabbat hi toh thi_ Qayaamat toh nahiiN thi
Ordinary He; Extraordinary She. ‘Part IV’
So, all of this is a lie? Your whole existence? And your feelings and your emotions?
Story of a Poet: #51. I don’t miss you.
Note: The last time I put up a poem on my blog was over two years ago. Treat me just well fellas!
Ordinary He; Extraordinary She. ‘Part III’
"There's a guy in my class who has a crush on me."
Ordinary He; Extraordinary She. -‘Part II’
...because some love stories start at goodbye's.
Ordinary He; Extraordinary She. ‘Part-I’
The things that remained unsaid between us will mark the beginning of our love story.
Feels of My Last Breath
How about a Good-Bye note?
Feels of My Touch
How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.
Feels of My Fading Whispers
"Every night,
I tell my heart
that I am strong
and tough.
But, sometimes
I just miss,
being missed by you."
Feels of My ‘4:00AM YOU’
...and sometimes I miss you_ even when_ you're right in front of me.
