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I Never Wrote My Dealings In Poetry, What I Write Is Art If I Don't Have Feelings

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• poetrynowar 10h

  خواب تھا پورا نہ ہوا
  حقیقت ہوتی تو میرا ہوتا
  
  Khwaab Tha Pura Na Hua
  Haqeeqat Hoti, To Mera Hota
  ©poetrynowar

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• poetrynowar 2d

  RAMZAN MUBARAK
  
  اس با برکت مہینے میں بھی صاحب صلاة
  ابلیس کے ٹھکانوں کا پتہ ڈھونڈ رہے ہیں
  
  Iss Ba'Barkat Mahine Mein Bhi Sahib e Salaat
  Iblees Ke Thikano Ka Pata Dhund Rahe Hain
  ©poetrynowar

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• poetrynowar 2d

  Zindaan Aur Sakina (s.a)
  
  Tere Seene Par Mujhe Adat Hain Sone Ki
  Jo Tum Na Aye To Kis Tarha Se Neend Ayegi
  
  Mujhse Khafa Ho Jo Aap ik Pal Ke Liye
  Tum Na Aao To Me Bhi Na Bach Paungi
  
  Seh Roz Ki Pyaas Hain Sukhey Hain Mashkizey
  Hain Tishnagi Qayamat Ki Pyaas Kaise Jayegi
  
  Kya Gazab Hain Andhera Dum Ghutta Hain Mera
  Sambhalun Khud Ko Kaise Me To Mar Hi Jaun Gi
  
  Bichar Kar Tumse Baba Hain Sitam Hi Sitam
  Aas Lagaye Baithi Hain Aap Ki Beti
  
  Shimer Ke Tamachu Se Rukhsaar Pe Mere
  Zakhm Ghehre Hain Jo Choat Dil Par Hain Lagi
  
  Me Ho Jaun Gi Rukhsat Kya Aao Ge Milne
  Zindaan Mein Mere Baba Sehar Ho Nahi Sakti
  ©poetrynowar

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• poetrynowar 5d

  Shaksh Aisa Ho Jo Meri Majboori Samjhe
  Qayamat Baja Hain Par Doori Samjhe
  
  Mukammal Ishq Hain To Emaan Hain Mukammal
  Woh Kya Samjhe Jo Baat Adhoori Samjhe
  
  Hum Se Mil Kar Woh Mujh Jaisa Ho Jaye
  Mujhe Har Haal Mein Samjhe Aur Zarori Samjhe
  
  Rabita Mujhse Ho Jiska Umar Bhar Ka
  Mera Ho Kar Zindagi Puri Samjhe
  
  Ayan Andhere Mein Dhakel Denge Aasire Khud Hi
  Woh Jiss Hath Ko Thame Hain Usse Noori Samjhe
  ©poetrynowar

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• poetrynowar 5d

  Zehriley insaano se doori baja rakhunga
  Fasiley darmiyan Mein sada rakhunga
  
  Log sitam par sitam karte rahenge
  Me Apne Labun par dua rakhunga
  
  Dil paak ho To Neeyat Saaf rehti hain
  Me Kyn Kar Dil mein fuga rakhunga
  
  Falsafey Duniya Ke Mujhe Samjh Nahi Aatey
  Zalim aur mazloom ke bech Khuda rakhunga
  
  Sab Yaksaan Rastey Par Chal Nahi Sakhte
  Ayan Me Raah Apni Juda Rakhunga
  ©poetrynowar

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• poetrynowar 1w

  #mirakee #writersnetwork

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  Attitude is a character you live in
  
  ©poetrynowar

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• poetrynowar 1w

  Woh kehta hain ab zyada baat nahi hogi
  Khush hoon ki tanhayiya phir Bhi Sath Nahi hogi
  
  Woh mere Dil mein rehta hain is qadar
  Ki Unko Soche bina meri raat nahi hogi
  
  Woh mere sath hain chaarun pehar mein
  Dil Ko Yakeen Hain Ki Ishq ki Maat nahi hogi
  ©poetrynowar

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• poetrynowar 1w

  Save A Piece Of Heart For Yourself
  
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• poetrynowar 1w

  Zindagi Ne Mazak Ki Aur Mazak Ban Gayi
  Mazak Hi Mazak Mein Khakh Ban Gayi
  
  Ayi Zad Mein Aatish Ke To Kya
  Honi Rakh Thi Rakh Ban Gayi
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• poetrynowar 1w

  Kitne acche ho bayaan nahi hota
  Bayaan is liye nahi hota ki sach ka gumaan nahi hota
  
  Naqaab poshi Bhi Kamaal ki hain par maine dekha hain
  Logo mein shaitaaan to hota hain insaan nahi Hota
  ©poetrynowar

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• kittu_kb 12w

  Smj nhi aa rha ki
  Galat waqt hai
  Ya hum..
  
  @kittu_kb

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• kittu_kb 12w

  TRUE friendship

  A true friendship doesn't means,
  I am always with you.
  
  A true friendship means,
  I am always with you
  When the time is rough..
  @kittu_kb

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• kittu_kb 2d

  अगर तुम्हें कभी वक़्त मिले ना,
  तो मुझे ही मेरी गलतियाँ बताना,
  पर यु किसी और से जाकर शिकायत न करना ।
  @kittu_kb

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• ___nujazi_farooq 3d

  RAMADAN...
  By now time has gone to desolate desires
  Wearing the dark costume of sins
  Extinguished the light of faith in our hearts
  Extirpated the conscience in our souls
  
  Now by nature's bounty, God has inflated its glory
  By the arrival of crescent along the sky starry
  Commenced the exalted lunar month as the month of Ramadhan
  Declared as the month of mercy, blessings and forgiveness,along revelation of the Qur'an
  
  Fixed fasting ,the one among pillars of the Islam
  Till iftar at dusk from suhur at the dawn
  Exempted for ill also obligatory for flourishing
  Yet unforgivable for both ailing and for thriving
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  .
  .
  
  #ramadanmubarak #mirakee

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  RAMADAN

  Now by nature's bounty,
  God has inflated its glory
  By the arrival of crescent
  along the sky starry
  Commenced the exalted lunar month
  as the month of Ramadhan
  Declared as the month of mercy,
  blessings and forgiveness,
  along revelation of the Qur'an
  ©___nujazi_farooq

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• winter_moon 1d

  So, before flowing away,
  when you told me
  Rain lies,
  While your eye rained,
  I should have understood,
  that your tears weren’t a rhetoric,
  Your pain wasn’t a personification
  Neither your love a metaphor,
  Your breaking down wasn’t aesthetic,
  You were not a poem
  That had to be read
  And let go.
  
  When you told me
  That you needed me
  To love you
  Like a child had to be loved,
  I should have told you
  that your tears weren’t a rhetoric,
  Your pain wasn’t a personification
  Neither your love a metaphor,
  Your breaking down wasn’t aesthetic,
  You were not a poem
  That had to be played
  On a musical note,
  And let flow.
  
  You had no synonym,
  No one to be compared,
  You, my love,
  Had been all mine,
  I wish someone had told me
  your tears weren’t a rhetoric,
  Your pain wasn’t a personification
  Neither your love a metaphor,
  Your breaking down wasn’t aesthetic,
  You were not a poem
  With different meanings,
  That could be interpreted
  In any form.
  
  Winter_moon
  
  #Refrain #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork
  
  @mirakee @rameez @tasneem53 @countablyinfinite @asmakhan @accionpoetica @thoughtfull_writer @falak_k @fahidhameed @twinkling_girl @iam_rose @poetrynowar @writersnetwork @_aasia @mirakee_reposter @zubair_ @fazilahfayaz @mirzajasia @tabsp_ @aleesa @sheikhaehsann @mashoodrather @amsterdam @i_repost

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  Your tears weren’t a rhetoric,
  Your pain wasn’t a personification
  Neither your love a metaphor,
  Your breaking down wasn’t aesthetic,
  You were not a poem...
  
  Winter_moon

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• khalid_writes 5d

  @ruhayl @lone_arman @rameez @poetrynowar @sayim_kashmiri

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  & Then I lost you....

  Humne aawaaz di par tum na sune.
  Humne roka bohot par tum na ruke.
  Humne aawaz pae tumko awaaz dii.
  Tum chalte gaye aur hum bikharte gaye.
  
  ©khalid_writes

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• theidealist 31w

  Chaos is a seething ocean. Turbulent, consuming, destructive and I am one step away from being caught in its whirlpool swirling in my heart. I have been seeing nightmares in black and white. Of people, of incidences locked up in the abyss of my memories, like an album but there's no last page and so, on and off it goes again and again and I am one step away from being pronounced insane.
  
  Silence is the last recourse for the battered heart and Anger, it's offspring. Sometimes I think I am a crack on the window pane. A slight wrong move, a forced push, a sudden yank and I'll be one countless shred of glasses that cuts and wounds.
  
  Anger is like a creeper. Growing, circling and choking until there's no life left in you. Oftentimes, I confess, I have found it snaking its way up to my throat, threatening to suffocate me. Silence, I feel speaks the loudest. Mind though, only a good listener gets to hear it. And if you are one, you will find it has a distinct haunting voice. It is like the sound of a funeral dirge, like the wind wailing on a windy march night.
  
  Pain, in its nature, licks and burns and gnaws until what's left of you is a flesh picked bone on sunken eyes cradling despair. It's like gravity, there is freefalling but there's no destination. I saw pain the day you walked out on us that winter morning and winter has never been the same since. I grew to dislike it. It chills me to the bone and there's nothing fire can do to revive me.
  
  Trauma is the demon hiding inside your closet. But on certain days when it rains, there's this bolt of lightning that illuminates it all and there's no hiding it anymore. You are a bundle of mess and your tangled hair and tears soaked face is a testament that there's no salvation. Sometimes, it's like a bad tattoo, etched deep into your skin to stay forever. Itching because it is infected and as much as you wish to do nothing with it, you cannot help your fingers from scratching it.
  
  This ramble? Yes, this ramble is a product of a sleep starved soul. You call it insomnia but I call it a blood sucking parasite for the energy it drains me off. In between the twists and turns, I have never been more philosophical and never been more jealous of you too. Philosophical because there's life and in my delirium, I dissect it to solve it's mystery but who am I to solve it when there's the rest of others who cannot decide what came first, the egg or the chicken. Jealous because there's you, peacefully asleep, sweetly smiling to a dream your soul has taken you to while I lay awake battling it out.
  
  @writersnetwork 30 weeks later, this gets your attention���� Gracias ❤️❤️❤️
  
  #insomnia
  #anightsramble
  #mirakee
  #genuine_readers
  Pic credit -- somewhere on #instagram

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  Silence is the last recourse
  for the battered heart and
  Anger, it's offspring.
  
  
  ©theidealist@murry

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• ayanaa 5d

  What is poetry for you?
  Someone, once asked me,
  
  It's the pale moonlight falling on my face through the window,
  it's the lavenders dancing in my field like ballerinas,
  it's the burbling brook striking to meet the sea,
  it's the striking of the clock when I'm trapped in the quilt of silence,
  it's the whistling of wind chimes when zephyrs come home,
  it's the smile of the innocent kid I met on the street,
  it's the petrichor that dearest rain brings along,
  it's the hope residing in my each bone which keeps me whole,
  it's all the chaos residing in my subconscious,
  it's the joyful memories that tear me apart,
  it's all the false lies every poet's ever said,
  it's the forgotten love buried deep in my heart for you,
  it's my wilted soul I keep in the pages of my journal,
  it's the ambrosia nectar that makes me quietly eternal,
  It's the morning cup of coffee in your lover's arms,
  It's the parched sky touching the serene oceans,
  It's the good night kiss of your mother ,
  It's the gentle touch of perky winds on your delicate cheeks,
  It's in the teary smile of an old man meeting his son,
  It's the solitary evening on your balcony after a strenuous day,
  It's in the smile you lended to a stranger on the bus,
  It's in those special people named as friends,
  It's the flood of ecstasy while seeing the old childhood photographs,
  It's the first kiss under the blissful ceiling of sky and the faint streetlamp,
  It's the bleak nights haunted by fiends and ephialtus,
  It's all of the bad days and scary nights,
  It's the pain of your heart,
  It's the kindness you have inside your beautiful soul,
  It's our little frivolous heart loving the world
  It's the long tight hug around your favorite person,
  It's in the very words of this poetry,
  It's when the sky fell in love with the earth,
  It's when we fell in love with the stars,
  It's the gracefully aesthetic scars of the moon and your own self.
  
  Poetry is nothing but words falling in love with each other,
  Along with all the metaphors and imageries kissing and dancing,
  To the music of our own soul.
  
  
  - _firefly and Ananya
  
  
  
  _______________________________
  Collab with one of the best person here @_firefly . ❤
  
  Firefly and me thanks WN so so muchh :")))

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• nallatareen 1w

  غزل

  آپکی آنکھوں کو ملی محفل کی صدارت
  سب کو کہاں ہوتی ہے جادو میں مہارت؟
  
  عرصے سے آنکھوں نے دیکھا نہیں چاند
  ہاں مطلب اُن آنکھوں کی نہیں ہوئ زیارت
  
  اِک بار ملی تھی اُن آنکھوں سے آنکھیں
  پھر چاہ کر بھی کر پایا نہیں یہ جسارت
  
  ان آنکھوں کو سنبھالیں انہیں کھلنے نہ دیں
  اندیشہ ہے ہوجائے گا برپا قتل و غارت
  
  آپکی آنکھوں سے گرتے وہ نگینے آنسو
  یہی لکھے گا مورخ ہائے گھاٹے کی تجارت
  
  دیکھ کر اُن آنکھوں کو اپنی سی آئی یاد
  میں بھی بچپن میں یونہی کرتا تھا شرارت
  
  آپکی آنکھیں جیسے ہوں کشمیر کی وادی
  اِک طرف ہیں ہم ، ایک طرف ہے بھارت

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• ukwrites96 5d

  @abdulramiz @poetrynowar @munazam_manzoor @umarkhalid
  
  
  مضارع مثمن اخرب محذوف
  مفعول فاعِلاتن مفعول فاعِلن
  221/2122/221/212
  
  
  
  Mery mehboob ki kahein or Shadi hogai
  Ya hona hi tha k meri barbaadi hogai
  Phir dhool jhonki ankhoon ma piyar sy!
  Aur you dosry ki to khana zadi hogai
  Shohar mila bara hi kharoos sa usay
  Mjy yad kerny lagi or meri faryaadi hogai
  Dil pehly khusiyoon sy labraiz rehta tha
  Kyon is traf ghamoon ki abaadi hogai
  Sirtaaj thi wo, ma usky sir ka taaj, per
  Wo larki kisi aur ki shahzadi hogai
  Ay Ummi khush o khurrum rehna toh banta hy
  Fitny sy or ghamoon sy azaadi hogai

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  GaZZaL ��

  محبوب کی کہیں میرے شادی ہوگئ
  یہ ہونا ہی تھا گویا بربادی ہوگئ
  بس دھول پھینکی آنکھوں میں میری، پیار سے
  اف! دوسرے کی تو خانہ زادی ہوگئ
  شوہر ملا بڑا ہی اسکو خڑوس سا
  ہوں! میری یاد میں پھر فریادی ہوگئی!
  دل پہلے خوشیوں سے جو لبریز رہتا تھا
  کیوں اس طرف غموں کی آبادی ہوگئ
  سرتاج تھی وہ، میں اسکے سر کا تاج تھا
  وہ لڑکی، اجنبی کی شہزادی ہوگئ
  ملنے گیا کئ عرصے بعد اسکو میں
  کیا دیکھتا ہوں بچوں کی دادی ہوگئ
  وہ رہنما تھی, رہزن تھی ،یار چل بسی
  چھوڑا مجھے، کسی اور کی ہادی ہوگئ
  اے اُمّیٓ خوش و خرم رہنا تو بنتا ہے
  فتنے سے اور غموں سے آزادی ہوگئ
  
  عمر خان اُمّیٓ
  ©ukwrites96

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