hira-malik - Hello Poetry

I remind myself of my mother.

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May 25

May 25, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC

He asked her in those sunny days "Its not hers, it was never hers" So he asked " why you dream about it so stubbornly?" " wont it give you a deep , devastated, cut-throat heart ache? The minarates of your prays, the sketches of silvers and frays, Will not slap hard straight on your face?" But she says " why have i lost the vividity of line between real and dream in this chase, There must be some home, a space, Where i shall rest my head and never count these days in craze, Must there be a circle enchant in lights and blooms and flowers, Shan't let me forget these blues and phrase" And she went back to tracing lines on sand, lost,as if the castles she creating will engulf her in...

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May 4

May 4, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC

She is building it on prayers..

He asked her in those sunny days "Its not hers, it was never hers" So he asked " why you dream about it so stubbornly?" " wont it give you a deep , devastated, cut-throat heart ache? The minarates of your prays, the sketches of silvers and frays, Will not slap hard straight on your face?" But she says " why have i lost the vividity of line between real and dream in this chase, There must be some home, a space, Where i shall rest my head and never count these days in craze, Must there be a circle enchant in lights and blooms and flowers, Shan't let me forget these blues and phrase" And she went back to tracing lines on sand, lost,as if the castles she creating will engulf her in...

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I know, these are the matters of life to die, to see, to breathe, to sleep: but how can I, burn the incense, in this dark room, where sleep the monsters of my heart? yet the desire is flammable, will bring ashes to ashes through roof the flashes, will engulf all my desires, I have enclosed in my heart........ the barrier will be broken between time and those grey strands in my hair, like a pul-sarat, a road full of hot tar, where my sole burns and heart rests. the reckoning of this wreckage will be so loud that it will not be barred by my sweet dreams, where I am a bride and he the groom, in all white, scared, I still sleep, perish to thrive... I opened the window to let the fresh air in, rain still pouring, seeing a bud where I once sown the seed, smiled, I closed the window, rains have done wonders, and the wreckage has calmed, the hearts are rested, and I can see the pave clearly!!

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May 3

May 3, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC

A seed

I know, these are the matters of life to die, to see, to breathe, to sleep: but how can I, burn the incense, in this dark room, where sleep the monsters of my heart? yet the desire is flammable, will bring ashes to ashes through roof the flashes, will engulf all my desires, I have enclosed in my heart........ the barrier will be broken between time and those grey strands in my hair, like a pul-sarat, a road full of hot tar, where my sole burns and heart rests. the reckoning of this wreckage will be so loud that it will not be barred by my sweet dreams, where I am a bride and he the groom, in all white, scared, I still sleep, perish to thrive... I opened the window to let the fresh air in, rain still pouring, seeing a bud where I once sown the seed, smiled, I closed the window, rains have done wonders, and the wreckage has calmed, the hearts are rested, and I can see the pave clearly!!

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Ramadan Mubarak!

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Feb 17

Feb 17, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC

Fragility!?,I always assumed It lies in petite bodies, In smiles so subtle , that it keeps lingering on admirer lips...., Or in a scent of musk that leaves floral around. I assumed it lies in, Dupatta knotting on fingers when slight tightness shred the thread, Hurts you instead. But, Fragility is an another world, Of tender hearts in strong bodies, The silent fall after conquering the empires, Thrones stay upright, Oh but those tender hearts sigh, just to retrieve the fires! It lies in genteel of tongues, whose bodies are nooks and knobs of falling hands, Whose senses are stealth above the mountains of egos, Their hands are healers and hammers both, They kiss your wounds and create fountains of ethos, Yet , you find wonders in their touch And surrender what shredded in hunch. Fragility doesnt need bangles and sparkles, It doesnt mumble on red painted lips or clean manicured hands, It harbours more, when it lies in the love of a man, Whose self and thunder turns for you, Just in tender nectar.

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 6:51 PM UTC

A Fragile man!

Fragility!?,I always assumed It lies in petite bodies, In smiles so subtle , that it keeps lingering on admirer lips...., Or in a scent of musk that leaves floral around. I assumed it lies in, Dupatta knotting on fingers when slight tightness shred the thread, Hurts you instead. But, Fragility is an another world, Of tender hearts in strong bodies, The silent fall after conquering the empires, Thrones stay upright, Oh but those tender hearts sigh, just to retrieve the fires! It lies in genteel of tongues, whose bodies are nooks and knobs of falling hands, Whose senses are stealth above the mountains of egos, Their hands are healers and hammers both, They kiss your wounds and create fountains of ethos, Yet , you find wonders in their touch And surrender what shredded in hunch. Fragility doesnt need bangles and sparkles, It doesnt mumble on red painted lips or clean manicured hands, It harbours more, when it lies in the love of a man, Whose self and thunder turns for you, Just in tender nectar.

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بھرتی رہی پیالہ میں یہاں وہاں کے پانی سے کچھ چھلکا کچھ پیا کچھ بس ایسے ہی پڑا رہا۔ پر جو زمزم میرے رب کا تھا وہاں کا رستہ دوسروں کے رستے طے کرتے کرتے مر گئی تھک گئی ملا نہ۔ وہ تیرا ہے جیسا، میرا بھی ویسا اتنا اُس کا، اتنا ہی سب کا۔ رہتا تجھ میں، بستا مجھ میں ہاں بستی بناتا نہیں جہاں ذات میں “خودی” ہو، اور ہستی بگاڑتا نہیں جہاں صرف “حق” اور “ہُو” ہو۔ اور پیالہ پڑا رہا ایسا کا ایسا اُس دیس کے جیسا جہاں چاند کو ستارا مل گیا

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 5:56 PM UTC

Mil gya kia?( did you find Him?)

بھرتی رہی پیالہ میں یہاں وہاں کے پانی سے کچھ چھلکا کچھ پیا کچھ بس ایسے ہی پڑا رہا۔ پر جو زمزم میرے رب کا تھا وہاں کا رستہ دوسروں کے رستے طے کرتے کرتے مر گئی تھک گئی ملا نہ۔ وہ تیرا ہے جیسا، میرا بھی ویسا اتنا اُس کا، اتنا ہی سب کا۔ رہتا تجھ میں، بستا مجھ میں ہاں بستی بناتا نہیں جہاں ذات میں “خودی” ہو، اور ہستی بگاڑتا نہیں جہاں صرف “حق” اور “ہُو” ہو۔ اور پیالہ پڑا رہا ایسا کا ایسا اُس دیس کے جیسا جہاں چاند کو ستارا مل گیا

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کہا اُس نے آئرن تمہارا لو ہے دھیان رکھنا کہیں گر نہ جاؤ اپنا خیال رکھنا۔ جو چوڑیاں تم نے پہنی ہیں کہیں ٹوٹ نہ جائیں۔ نزاکت میں گرنا، پھر سنبھلنا مجھے افسوس دیتا ہے۔ میں خیال کرتا ہوں تھوڑی سی دعا بھی کرتا ہوں۔ لو آئرن میں گرنا" مر جانے سے بہتر ہے، "دل کے ٹوٹ جانے سے بہتر ہے۔ تم خیال کرو یا دھیان کرو دعا کرو یا سب بیان کرو، لیکن کیا تھا… بس اتنا سا کہہ دینا— “مر جانی، میرے لیے بس گرا نہ کرو"

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC

(Gira naan karo)

کہا اُس نے آئرن تمہارا لو ہے دھیان رکھنا کہیں گر نہ جاؤ اپنا خیال رکھنا۔ جو چوڑیاں تم نے پہنی ہیں کہیں ٹوٹ نہ جائیں۔ نزاکت میں گرنا، پھر سنبھلنا مجھے افسوس دیتا ہے۔ میں خیال کرتا ہوں تھوڑی سی دعا بھی کرتا ہوں۔ لو آئرن میں گرنا" مر جانے سے بہتر ہے، "دل کے ٹوٹ جانے سے بہتر ہے۔ تم خیال کرو یا دھیان کرو دعا کرو یا سب بیان کرو، لیکن کیا تھا… بس اتنا سا کہہ دینا— “مر جانی، میرے لیے بس گرا نہ کرو"

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The white! I always thought, its so repulsive on my brown tone, But in dream , so real, when i saw him holding me in white Adorned with pearls and gota, With skin playing in between chiffon, And he , holding me like his mine! Since than, White has become my song, So in love, That my heart beams, Behined brown tone, So much,and so that; It has become my reality in all dreams.

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Feb 9

Feb 9, 2026 at 4:51 AM UTC

She lived in her dream!

The white! I always thought, its so repulsive on my brown tone, But in dream , so real, when i saw him holding me in white Adorned with pearls and gota, With skin playing in between chiffon, And he , holding me like his mine! Since than, White has become my song, So in love, That my heart beams, Behined brown tone, So much,and so that; It has become my reality in all dreams.

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Grief Let me just sit with you For brief To see How you are going to berieve me For the loss of my dearest, Just sit with me Stay quiet but For the loss have i born Is unbearable to speak in tears. So Oh you grief You are adjorned For the time being So i can cherish his memories! Allah hafiz

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Nov 26, 2020

Nov 26, 2020 at 8:22 PM UTC

To my Master sahab

Grief Let me just sit with you For brief To see How you are going to berieve me For the loss of my dearest, Just sit with me Stay quiet but For the loss have i born Is unbearable to speak in tears. So Oh you grief You are adjorned For the time being So i can cherish his memories! Allah hafiz

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There is a pain of love So bitter sweet And There is strange sweeteness in bitterness And sweet is barely bitter This amalgamation is a strange pleasure to heart!

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Nov 23, 2020

Nov 23, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC

A strange pleasure!

There is a pain of love So bitter sweet And There is strange sweeteness in bitterness And sweet is barely bitter This amalgamation is a strange pleasure to heart!

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