He said that one day we will meet
When pheasants with them moon will bring
When birds make nests in depth of sea
When dead ones stand and chant and sing
...
I'm an ancient believer
And I believe on Mighty' s will
Who rules on earth and heaven high
And write the destiny Book with quill
...
Oh misty shadow stop a while
I think thee I can recognize!
Thou float with clouds in every vale
With thousand notes in thousand guise
...
Soul of love and soul of peace
Somewhere on heavens interwine
With grief, on earth their lips were freeze
In heart of sky they breath and shine
...
O Thou the beauteous lofty fort!
O ancient manse O royal court!
O land of beauteous holy dream!
Thou art a shield of mortal mort
...
One winter eve, I stopped by wood
To cool that burning heart of mine
In nature's bosom, that one should
...
Farewell to thee, farewell my soul
My weeping eyes now cannot see
Thou to thy haunted room can tell!
That thou forever dwell with me!
...
Which dream is floating in thine eyes?
Why tears thou shed in darkish night?
A flickering flame of hope art thou
For aching hearts a mirthful sight
...
The dusky eve in country meads
In rainy weather rainy day
All trees were standing stony still
While kids in street with boats they play
...
I am
I'm the writer of my yarn
I am the painter of my doom
Thousands of phantoms here me warn
...
In moonlit night, in silver shine
From heavens I in this world peep
In my soul silver intervine
With body on the earth it leap
...
☁️🌨️☁️
Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist!
Thou float on ocean and the dale
...
Death is blind, It can't see age
With gust of wind, took knave and sage
It roams so free, in mirth and Glee
...
🌨️
I saw the lady moon in sky
She peeped in lakes and float on high
She perched on softish throne of gales
...
In heart of dell and meadow green
I see the phantoms of the past
O Thou that in the heart do dwell!
O Thou the First, O Thou the Last!
...
O thou, the sacred hymn of leaves!
Who play their silent tunes on earth
Those deepest wounds that time can't heal
They may be healed by thy grey breathe
...
O beauteous eve in hamlet's meads!
Thy magic lores all us enthrall
You are the breath of forest weeds
You are the angels airy call
...
I hail thee gems of Indus Vale!
With scented rhyme, with scented gale
Come on from world of mortal dead!
O come and lively wind inhale!
...
Born in Badomalhi Narowal) area in a Hamlet surrounded by gushing streams where daffodils bloom throughout the years as if in eternal spring. Got education from best institutes of Pakistan by the help of my sweetest uncle, got degree of Mphil Linguistics and MSc Gender and now teaching as an English lecturer)
Letter
With words and vows
Of friends and foes
In each and every matter
I vow by lord
From Eden Yard
I'll write thee a letter
Of eves of blooms
In hues of glooms
In morning dew
In hovering dooms
In world and heavens matter
I'll write thee a letter
I'll ask dawn and dusky hues
To write a letter
On the waves
For centuries waited
I on shore
And searched thee
In the woodland caves
No answer came
, No answer came
With quills of clouds and teary ink
To thee I write a letter
Will thou me tell
O gloomy bells
Have ever seen
Thou in the world
The one who keys of heaven sells
If you can't see
If you can't sell
Then I'll tell you better
I will write thee a letter
Of all the gloom
In sunken heart
Which broken dream
Thy soul hath fraught
What God in Book
On heavens wrought
In each and every matter
I'll write thee a letter
Life is a journey coming out of the foggy gloom of one night and proceeding onward to the dusky hue of an other cloudy night.
Love_ is a revelation from Lord unto the hearts of those He has chosen, The sacred, holy and the pure ones.
Happiness is but a mirage in the desert of human emotions.
There ain't any laughter in the world that is not followed by tears
Smile is a key which opens the lock of hearts.
Nature can heal those deepest wounds that no worldly balms can cure
Smiling eyes hide the deepest scars
Sleep is the best antidote against the sting of sorrow
Silence is the best conversation between the two who love
Death is the first chapter of the world mystery
It floats in several garbs with thee This soul of mine with soul of thine
Life is a mingled yarn of mirth and melancholy leading unto the fog of mystery
Colors are beautiful no doubt. But the most beautiful hue is the hue of Lord.
Dreams are elixer for parched lips, they render beats to aching hearts, with their everlasting melodies
Nature is a glue which binds fragments of broken hearts.
Compassion is a Divine feeling in heart which soothe wuthering souls with Love.