Miraquill
ڈھونڈتے جہاں میں ہو آب حیات
پوشیدہ وہ تمہارے دل میں ہے۔
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syedumr
130w
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They say that gods don’t roam the earth;
I’ve seen them walk with heads held high,
I’ve seen them talk with haughtiness,
I’ve seen them judge and justify,
With their strong self-righteous egos,
Each imperfect soul they come by;
With their wrathful gazes they search
For flaws which rarely meet one’s eye…
©syedumr
2015 -
syedumr
140w
Be like a radiant orb
Amidst the dark paths,
The guiding stars point the way.
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We all have journeys
to understand our lives.
It's just better
if we are writing
our own stories
and not
reading the stories
others write about us.
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syedumr
172w
Remind me of the magic
my fingers could cast,
Remind me of the stories
that I once told...
Remind me of the smiles
I used to spread,
Remind me of the tragedies
which didn't unfold...
Remind me of my self
for tonight I feel down;
Remind me of my self
for my fire's going cold...
Remind me O Beloved
of Love that I once held,
Remind me O Friend
of everything I want to hold
close to my heart,
dear to my soul...
10.06.2015
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When greens go red and the air seems to rust.
I marvel at your endurance, O leaf.
Though parched, you hold on with patience and trust
Till winter arrives to herald your grief.
Bleak though it might seem, in hope, trust you must.
Pour your hopes in a flask of spring’s belief.
Till wind takes you, for a flight, with a gust
And breeze makes of you a jocund mischief.
As your soul takes flight, your wounds shall be trussed;
In your joyous flight resides your relief.
O Autumn! You now have my heart and lust.
O Autumn! I name thee my heart’s thief.
17.10.2012
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syedumr
173w
A moment of joy it is,
My muse has returned to me.
I sought her from place to place,
But she flew eludingly.
When all hope was lost and gone
Of penning down a story;
My pen had been left forlorn
Stripped of its inky glory.
Return she did at an hour,
And a place, quite unlikely;
Weilding her mighty power,
She poured forth some ink with glee.
Her ink is like wine to tongue,
Setting the pens wagging free.
©SyedUmr
15.10.2014 -
Lighthouse
Through the sea, azure and dark,
To the land of hope and light;
I know how to find my way,
For I can see the lighthouse . . .
©syedumr.2014 -
I wish
Your body was a canvas,
My lips
The paintbrush
And I
The artist
of your life...
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syedumr
185w
The rain drops
sing as they fall,
a song to pacify your heart.
The breeze so fresh,
freshens the bittersweet
melancholic memories,
buried in the past;
a whiff of your
fragrance, so pure
that it hurts,
is a consolation on your part.
How sweet would it be
to hold your hand now
as you've always held my heart.
©syedumr
