Usman Hanif

Rookie - 10 Points (15-06-1988 / Rawalpindi)

Usman Hanif Poems

1. Stars Are Watching Me... 10/3/2005
2. Cracking Time 5/4/2006
3. Camouflage 6/12/2006
4. Horizon 6/19/2006
5. Rain 7/12/2006
6. Reason 12/16/2007
7. Unbroken Dream 12/29/2007
8. Lets Somersault In The Heaven 1/11/2008
9. Hear My Ripples In The Sky 2/15/2008
10. Why I'M Home 3/3/2008
11. City Of The Saints 3/3/2008
12. Deathtrap 3/3/2008
13. Sins 3/3/2008
14. Our Death 3/8/2008
15. You'Re Scattered 3/12/2008
16. You'Re The Bait... 4/2/2008
17. You'Re Still A Kid... 4/12/2008
18. Seduce The Gods 7/19/2008
19. Tinnitus 7/19/2008
20. My Fiction Movie Child 7/30/2008
21. My Dying Cockroaches 9/11/2008
22. Disowned Corpses 9/11/2008
23. Peace... (Translation) 9/17/2008
24. My Journey; I Want To Tell Her... (Translation) 9/17/2008
25. Promise To Death... 4/15/2008
26. The Creepy Ward No.9 4/19/2008
27. For My Mother... 4/21/2008
28. Memento Mori 5/6/2008
29. King Of Demise 5/29/2008
30. Phantasmagoria 11/5/2008
31. Those Wild Eyes 11/17/2008
32. Where Am I? 2/19/2009
33. The Lingering Remnants 2/19/2009
34. Vision Of A Soul 5/31/2009
35. Imagine Your Reflection 7/20/2009
36. A Stupid Poem 7/30/2009
37. For Mehro 8/5/2009
38. Pity For A Crop... 8/13/2009
39. Awakening 10/9/2009
40. Lifelike(Less) Saga 12/25/2009
Best Poem of Usman Hanif

A Night Before Battle

</>Lying in the open and gazing at stars
Gives me nothing but the war of thoughts
The thoughts try to defeat one another
but die in vain to let in new thoughts

Shield below my head sword in the hands
my head visualizes the attack of bands
Blood rush through my head n heart
on the ground of thoughts my spirit lands.

There is no one to fight, no blood to spill
Below is the dissolving ground of thoughts
Hordes and hordes of vermins wait to kill
with no blade to fight, no armor to defend

Ground changes the colour, blood gushes in brain
The ...

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Twist Of Thoughts

Leaves are fallin off the trees,
Mists are calling from the dreams,
Snow is trying to fall off the sky,
But nature says that it's the lie.

I walk the road buried in leaves,
Everything on spring's death grieves,
I move in the chirping of the birds,
In the flowers and trees' silent surds,

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