FAREWELL for our dear seniors. May Allah bless you with the best.
Farewell Urdu Poem for SENIORS
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
Do you beg of love?
Muhabbat hi toh thi – Spoken Word Urdu Poetry
Here's my first video: I hope you enjoy it.
Forgive Yourself Too: Before Dying
A very short story to redefine Mother-Son love.
Alive No More!
As you grow old you start to forget two things: First, who you were. Second, I don't remember. But, well! How does 'Sad' really feel like? Is 'old' really 'sad'? If sad was a person, would you not pity on his condition or hers? Does it not worry you to find out people don't feel... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #47. The Inevitable Curse
So, let's rejoice once again. This poem is a gift from me to a very dear junior of mine. He wrote the starting of this poem and wrote it well enough. He is a pretty good writer even.
Yash_"The Inevitable"
#9. Yeh nazro.n se ada kiye -Andaaz e Bayaan
Yeh nazro.n se ada kiye jo hum ne tujhe salaam hain, Mere ishq ke an-kahe hue yeh zeb o payaam o hain, Tere naino.n mein basaa ye nasha haii is qadar, Pheeekay lagte maikhano.n ke saare jaam hain, Teri ek nazar kheench leti haii rooh ko jism se, In ankho.n ko smjha dijiye ye bahot... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #35. I dream of Love
I dreamt of love in secrets of my lost diary. Momentarily. He was disavowed of his capabilities. Memorably. But, the trauma instilled a fear beyond trajectories not only in his brain, but in his heart too. The scars were not visible to anyone but, HIM. And the only choice left for him was to live... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #32. Nights of Vengeance.
Sometimes I want to sleep like to never have to wake up again. And I want to fly to the lands of the scars of all those lives I had touched. I want to leave this place for some time. While regaining my lost possessions, I want to listen to the cries of people. The... Continue Reading →
Andaaz e Bayaan: #6. Koii tasveer laazmi si hai
= *Urdu Version* Koii tasveer Laazmi si haii Koii gumnaam zindagii si haii Tujhko dekhe bina sukuu.n mumkin nahii.n Logo.n ke milne mei.n kuchh kamii si haii Harr taraf tum nazar hi aate ho Aaine ko bhi mujhse dushmanii si haii Sabr paana agar munaasib tha Zehen o Dil mein kyun aatishi si haii Hoon... Continue Reading →
Andaaz e Bayaan #5. Harr sitam Harr lehja Harr zakham ab gawaara haii
I don't know if I did good with this one. I just focused on making it five. Five is good sometimes. ★urdupoetry★ Harr sitam_harr lehja_harr zakham ab gawaara haii Fakat ek dafeh hans ke_Keh de dil ye tumhaara haii Waqt ki raftaar haii aesi_Jo kabhi tham nahi sakti Jis mod pe bichhde the_Ab wahan kaafila... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #41 Listen to my tales! O moon.
We often sing tales of the Moon to people. Here's song for the moon. After being inspired by a friend to write a poem(because I seriously was in no mood to do it sometime soon), I accepted a challenge put forward. Well, this poem has come off that way. This person asked me a topic... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #20. ~Jannah-The Paradise to look for~
This life is temporary. So I am happy to let you go; because I'm planning to be with you in Jannah. I wrote it in my fable and went to bed. As I laid down and as it always happens I began with my out of the world creations.Things are so crazy and life is... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #16. ~A few things left unsaid.~
There are always things which you can't tell your parents. And if you don't have a sister then it's never going to be easy. There's no one who can understand. The only choice left is to keep such thoughts deep down into your heart so that it's effect doesn't create an ache to your soul.... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #14. ~I feel like~
I feel saturated a lot of times as of now. It's not that I'm short of words but, the same old words, same old people, same old situations leave me no where but exhausted. I feel like I'm limited now. I can't explore myself to new ideas. I feel like giving up. I'm worried. I... Continue Reading →
