Biography of gule rukhsar
a proud but silly PAKISTANI..a weird poet, unknown writer, wild philosopher, clumsy artist with the passion of living n loving...i just mean ''I AM ME.
i am GUL-E-RUKHSAR age 17 from MALAKAND AGENCY....me....a student in UOM BS(Hons) English 1st semester....started my poetry since i was a kid...i guess 4th standard..still trying to improve...side by side doing sketching n potraiting...yeah but studies r imp... i love creative work...making things like cards huts bla bla bla...i ve made many things like.....lol...thats a long list.. ;) ...i do poetry not as my hobby but to express my thoughts..my feeling maybe sometimes a bit stupid or complicated but i just try to write what i think or feel what others would...
gule rukhsar's Works:
non till yet as i am still a learner and student..
gule rukhsar Poems
she is an ocean of pain but her lips are laid with smile she is a deep trench of dark stain to which not everyone can descent
A Familiar Voice
wondering over my phonebook i searched from my friendlist to my buddies i swerved not a single name came across my sight to whom i could open up my heart that night
the eyes full of tears leaving behind all those cheers trembling lips whispering in ears O' Lord help me!
A Truth I Weep
wondering in the maze of life somewhere i stopped on a hyacinth O' my hyacinth picking it in my hands
Try Strive Live
a little birdie with broken wings fly fly rise high as it rise along it sings come on lets touch the sky
a kid i was when my life enjoying screaming and shouting but then i got ten
looking around at this world so wonder beaming lights, flashing sights all clouds run so thunder eyes searching for those heights
i stopped in a no where a fire sizzling around there the heat though burning me someone yelling i saw it was thee
Take My Hold
my eyes calm and quiet my heart dead and cold i wish to be so bold and let you be told
What Is To Be In An Open Sea
what is to be in an open sea? where the wind blows and the sun glows what is to be in an open sea?
A Wonderful Place
i walked and walked through the streets and roads far away to a land where mud and sand
my mind filled with thoughts my eyes filled with tears leaving everything behind i want to shun from these fears
When I Will Be Gone
once when i will be gone leaving this world and a song which i sang alone and a hope forlorn
the charms of spring spreading around and yet no one knew i was deep bound the sorrows of night spread over me everyone else cherish they be
With The Name Pakistan
after the thrall long and hard
and shadows of blood and odium
with the shivering souls
one night after the eve dark
came an evasive sanctity
and brang here the hope to hope
to rectify and recoup
the land lost
as a heaven on earth
as a sanatorium for souls
with the name Pakistan