Note: The last time I put up a poem on my blog was over two years ago. Treat me just well fellas!
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."
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?
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.
Mera Rab Jaanta Tha
This is an Urdu post. Trying to put emotions into words.
Forgive Yourself Too: Before Dying
A very short story to redefine Mother-Son love.