Here's my first video: I hope you enjoy it.
Muhabbat hi toh thi – Spoken Word Urdu Poetry
Feels of My Death – Part I
"Why do I always bear a soul?" I asked myself despite the answer was known. But, do you know?
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Forgive me, oh Lord!
Strange, eh? Why ask forgiveness on a blog post and let the world know about the same? Well, let's first talk about 'forgiveness of what'.
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How did you become a Poet?
How did you become a Poet? Here's why.
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Maybe!
Maybe it was always me.
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Wondering…
I'm actually wondering if I come back, will anyone remember if I existed and who I am? 🤔
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I feel I’m going to die
But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?
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She Lied. For me, she died?
She lied. For me, she died? Oh, she lied that she cried. I didn't know Love. But, my heart skipped a beat whenever I heard someone even say, "I love her." Because it reminded me of you. The way you used to tell me through various ways of yours that you loved me. And that... Continue Reading →
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She wasn’t back. Not anymore.
I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.
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Feels of my Vulnerability
But, it's a kind of disorder, where people could not themselves contemplate what they should do_'try once more or give up'.
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Do you beg of love?
