I request you to be strong and cozy And love me with a fearless heart For my heart has an inadequacy To restrict the feelings and depart I’m bound to the chains of adolescence And shadowed by the spark of your eyes For there is a luring incense Every time you comfort me with lies … More Story of a Poet: #49. A fearless heart.
A poem of metaphors that mean more than their actual meaning. … More Story of a Poet: #45. Ink on Paper
You think you know me! And that you can define me. That I’m a lone traveller Who knows not which path to take. That I’m a friendly stranger Whose faith would so easily shake. That I’m a hopeless romantic Who in a box is just a tick. That I’m a random fighter Who enslaves everything … More Story of a Poet: #38. You think you know me!
Not all the scars are shown. Not all the sparse are known. Beautiful is the life free of love absconds. Relations of old are unbreakable bonds. The Past has gone so fast. Today, how long does it last! Tomorrow is promised to no one. Then why to wait for someone! Every laughter has in it, … More Story of a Poet: #33. ~The Past has gone so fast~
Your name I whisper to purify The name of Muhammad so high The love You owe signifies The success that lies beyond the skies Your goodness I surmount Your blessings I just can’t count Your gaze upon me with compassion Your endowments are beyond my comprehension You raised me up when I was down I … More Story of a Poet: #31. ~Your name I whisper to purify~
Waking up from sleep Amidst the darkest hours of the night Always gave a disguise feeling Of what could have been lost Has lost completely in me off-coast. With that there can be no more of that Innocence of sleep. Instead all those ‘ifs’ and ‘whys’ Leave me shaken For hours into disgust In this … More Story of a Poet: #28. ~Let the darkness prevail~
When the moon sinks deep And the sun starts to peep. When the stars go dim, And you take last sip of the dream. When the world stands on its feet, And people march on the street. When you hear birds chirp, And watch the rays on your finger tip. That’s when you open your … More Story of a Poet: #27. ~The morning has arrived…~
‘The Last Night‘ , I eventually sat with my books ope; Pondering continuously over the last day’s hope. Suddenly I belittled my books while being on study-table, Read few endeth lastly verses as always, of corpus of my half-lived-life’s fable . Made an effortless effort to lift up my favorite pen; Thoughts in my mind … More Story of a Poet: 26. ~The Last Day of my SCHOOL, The Last Night of that LIFE!~
“You are someone I won’t forget till my last, For you were my best friend of the past. One thing I loved the most was The colorless circle turning green, I never knew if you ever realized, To talk to you how much I was keen. Waiting for you was always the best … More Story of a Poet: #24. ~You were someone…I never knew!~
When the Moon sinks deep And the Sun starts to peep. When the stars go dim, And you take a sip of the dream. When the world stands on its feet, And people march on the street. When you hear birds chirp, And watch the rays on your finger tip. That’s when you open your … More Story of a Poet: #23. ~It’s another day, another way!~