Biography of Osama Waqar
AOA.My name is Osama Waqar and I study at fauji foundation college for boys, rawalpindi in FSc.
I write both in English and Urdu. I am really moved with the thoughts of Allama Iqbal in Urdu and Khalil Gibran in English. My aim is to become someone sufficient to the world. Knowing that I cannot, I always try to pay my Pakistan back what it has done for me.
I request the readers to read my poetry carefullly with the fact that it's meaning is open to anyone.
As, in literature, two and two don't make four, anyone may take out any moral from my poems. My poetry teaches that we should have an optimistic approach towards life and deem the matters more logically and undogmatically.
Please do comment. Sheer thanks.May God bless us.
Osama Waqar's Works:
Osama Waqar Poems
A Happy Tone
We will have no more than a life to own, We will reap, sure, what we have sown; There will be years of despondence, They can be good by a happy tone.
"To The Students&Quot;
I see the young, I see the old, I see their every face. I see the world in sands of time, With oceans in the race.
Why Walk With Soul So Dead?
Why walk with soul so dead? Why move as to pretend? Why eat with such a dread? Why drink with easing bend?
And The Light Shines Upon........
Ah! Islamic republic of Pakistan! Isn't it so? By the facts n' figures and truth n' lies it is not. The cheery land, once deserved by them; We do not merit this. Oh! What a shame?
A Classical Thought
While the trees will give me the thoughts I need, For the life of roses beneath the leaves, There's a light for me and for everyone, To repay the shadows of days and eves.
Along The Road, In The Morning
Along the road in the morning, I saw the sun horning n' horning. I saw the sky; turning blue, I saw the light giving the clue.
O' What a throbbing attitude, For my delicious solitude. For on the grass yet greenly still, And in the gardens of the hill.
I am the throne of self-esteem, Just ‘I' and ‘me, my vigilant team; I will do wonders when believed,
The Big Fire Ball
The big fire ball, The biggest of them all, is making the stall.
Not To Worry
It seems as if to deceive is nice; as if your power has struck once more. It seems as if you can be bad, and have the last laugh.
Thoughts Not All Different
(1) O' dreams; O' destinations! ! ! Do play with complications, And make yourself some heart.
What would we do if we had no dreams? No themes, no streams, no things to play With; Darkness all and all around.
The Only Friend
The winds are hot, the summer is deep. The place is taught to weep and weep. The blazing air on marshy lands,
Poor Unfortunate Souls
How poor unfortunate souls they are; Who neither know nor care to know, What causes purity in the snow, What causes sunshine in the hay.
The Main Question
Am I to live as to live my life?
Am I to burn in the fire of fate?
Am I to learn what I know not?
Am I to seek the will to thrive?
Was I to speak? O' and against the odds?
Was I to fight with the valour in heart?
What global revenge? What mighty despair?
What fret is rising? What silence nods?