In the morning sky, a golden orb does rise,
Spreading its rays, painting the world in dyes,
The sun, a fiery ball of light and heat,
A marvel to behold, a wonder to meet.

The sky, a canvas, ever-changing in hue,
A breathtaking beauty, always anew,
From the crimson reds to the calming blues,
The skies above, forever amuse.

As the sun sets, a spectacle begins,
A sight to behold, as the sky begins to spin,
A dance of colors, a majestic show,
A symphony of beauty, in a perfect flow.

The clouds, a canvas, for the sun to paint,
A masterpiece of colors, never faint,
A work of art, for all to see,
A stunning display, of nature's beauty.

And as the day comes to an end,
The sun bids farewell, a dear friend,
Leaving behind a sky of gold,
A beauty that will never grow old.

So let us bask in the sun's warm embrace,
And gaze upon the sky's ever-changing face,
For in their beauty, we find a peace,
A reminder that nature's wonders never cease.

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😊
Smile
That changed the world
It made the sunshine
It dried up tears
It destroyed darkness
and destroyed fear
It brought joy and laughter
Mankind's antidote
It brought back peace thereafter
A thoughtful anecdote
Teeth came out of hiding
Reflecting light once more
A light too bright for fighting
The light opened a door
To your mind and to your heart
The light opened a door
To a new chance and a new start
All emanating from..
A smile
A smile you kept to yourself

Indecision dances in the mind's embrace,
A tangled web of choices to chase.
Between the paths, uncertain we sway,
Seeking clarity to light our way.

Success, they say, is measured
In grades and academic scores
A test of mental fortitude
A sign of future doors

But what of those whose talents
Don't lie in books and tests?
Whose passions and ambitions
Can't be gauged by scantrons best?

What of the artists and dreamers
Whose gifts cannot be boxed?
The innovators and leaders
Whose brilliance can't be coaxed?

What of those who struggle
With the rigors of academia?
Whose strengths lie outside the classroom
In fields beyond the syllabus?

Success cannot be defined
By a single metric or score
For greatness takes many forms
And talent comes in many more

So let us not confine ourselves
To academic pursuits alone
For success is what we make it
And true greatness has no known.

I know I'm that someone,
Who's really hard to handle!
But hurting someone,
Is never my intention!

I'm way to staright forward,
when it comes to expressing emotions,
My words come out of my mouth,
Just like a slippery lotion!

I'm sorry to each and everyone out there,
for being so blunt,
I really did not imagined that,
it looked like, I had flaunt!

This poem is not to show off,
It's from a revee,
It's just a poem which I wrote yesterday,
out of my believe!
It's never to late to say sorry, & mean it!

Love is like a flower that blossoms before a storm
You'll see it is slowly stripped of its petals and then trampled and ripped out by it's roots🥀

I am not in love with you in the way that most would think of
when they hear the phrase “In love.”
But I am In love with having you in my life for the rest of eternity,
And I am in love with loving you forever
In whatever form that comes in
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I'm in love 💕

You're the EVERYTHING i was made to believe was asking too much

I wrote this for myself,
not for its appeal,

you can say what you want,
but so can I feel

Freedom of speech,
that is written in ink

you can say what you want
and I can think what I think

Yell your opinion,
try to change my mind

try, try
to make me as blind

It’s my decision,
right to decide,

You can say what you want,
but so can I

Write what you want,
sing your choice of song

you can believe that you're right,
but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong

Just because you have the right to an opinion, doesn't mean I don't.
You can think that your right
but that doesn't mean I'm wrong

"कि मैं तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूँगी
तुम चाहो या ना चाहो फिर भी तुमसे इश्क़ बेशुमार करूँगी
ये दिन, ये महीने, ये साल बस यूँही बीत जाएंगे,
मैं तुमसे सालों बाद भी बस यूँही प्यार करूँगी
तुम मशगूल होगे अपने कामों में,
मैं हर पल सिर्फ तुम्हें याद करूँगी
कुछ यूँ मैं तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूँगी...
जब तुम्हें देखने का मन हुआ,
तुम्हारी तस्वीरों का घंटों दीदार करूंगी,
जब तुम्हें सुनने का मन हुआ,
जो मेरे कानों में बस चुकी है आवाज़,
उस आवाज़ को बस याद करूंगी,
कुछ यूँ मैं तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूंगी..
हाँ, जानती हूँ तुम मेरी किस्मत में नहीं हो,
पर मेरी किस्मत की आजमाइश में हर बार करूंगी,
पता है मुझे तुम शायद कभी नहीं मिल पाओगे,
फिर भी तुम्हारी राह टाकती मैं यूंही वक़्त बरबाद करूंगी...
हाँ, मैं कुछ इस तरह से तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करूंगी..."

When I look at you,
I see so many reasons
Why I love you
But the biggest of them
Is inside you.
(Your soul)

kabhi toot ke bikharne lagu jo
To aake bahon mein samet lena tum,
kho jau jo kabhi kisi mod pe
To aake raah dikha dena tum,
Ladkhada jau jo mein agar
aake mera hath tham lena tum,
rooth jaaye agr Sara Jahan bhi mujhse
tab bhi mera sath dena tum,
mein aau tere hisse, tu aaye mere hisse
kuch is tarah ye duniyan bant lena tum,
puche jo koi haq hai kiska tumpe
bus ek mera hi naam lena tum,
kabhi toot ke bikharne lagu jo
To aake bahon mein samet lena tum....

Once they asked me describe your life...
I said my soul is living in hell
And my body in heaven....

Sometimes, It is better to let go everything.

Sometimes ,It is better to forget those unpleasant memories which keep lingering.

Sometimes ,It is better to watch your thoughts pass by.

Sometimes ,It is better not to ask when and why.

Sometimes ,It is better to shed off that pretence .

Sometimes ,It is better to show that youtoo have some sense.

Sometimes ,It is better to lose than to win.

Some times ,It is better to spend time with your kith and kin.

Sometimes ,It is better to show that you too have emotions

Sometimes ,It is better to leave all assumptions and notions.

Sometimes ,It is better to show that you too are strong.

Sometimes ,It is better to admit that you too can be wrong.

Sometimes ,It is better to pour your heart out.

Sometimes ,It is better to believe in someone and not doubt.

Sometimes ,It is better to to show challenge and defiance in your gaze.

Sometimes ,It is better to walk on the simple path and not the maze.

💮🌼💮

I'm alone in this world without you
I swear that my heart doesn't want anyone else but you
My soul is coming out of me silently
Please don't go please don't go
Please don't
Please
Ple .....

I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them...
❤️❣️❤️

One does not own beauty.
One creates it.
In their dreams,
They feel they can obtain it.

All alone, in a dark night's
rest.
All their thoughts...
Lifeless.

Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth.
Beauty now dies.

They don't understand.
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.

Years go by,
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out,
Life is giving in.

Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!

She finally found peace inside the storm that was her soul
And it was no longer about someone coming to rescue her
And saving her anymore
It was now all about her...
Saving her own **** self...
It was now all about her ....🥀

Time, elusive and intangible
A force that rules all things imaginable
It flows like a river, never ceasing
A relentless march, never easing

It ticks away, second by second
An unstoppable force, never reckoned
It waits for no one, never pausing
A constant reminder, always causing

We try to catch it, to hold it still
But time slips away, against our will
It takes with it memories and moments
A cruel thief, always in motion

We measure it with clocks and calendars
A never-ending race, with no winners
It binds us to the past, and the future too
A constant reminder, of what we must do

We chase it, we curse it, we try to control
But time marches on, with its own goal
We must learn to live, in the moment we're given
For time is a gift, that never stops giving.

I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are

I don’t know what happened
I’m mad at myself for not fitting in,
The star not fitting in a square hole
Is that a sin?
I stopped defining things by society
But society didn’t stop defining me
They say I need help
Okay, I agree
They say don’t drop out
Ahhh now I see
The lack of control makes them afraid
I don’t think they get it
I know I can do it, I have a plan
But even if I didn’t I just wish my mom would trust me
Let me do my own thing,
Fly to Pakistan?
I don’t wanna sit and smoke while in college
I wanna travel the world, create a business that won’t be forgotten
I’ve got big plans and I’m gonna follow through
Just stop clipping my wings
or I’ll find a way to fly away
One way or another it’s going to happen
I’m so pale I look like a ghost
That’s how it feels
To lose your host
Stop making me fit into that square shaped hole
When I’m a star
You wish you had done what I did
Yet you tell me to not move ahead.
I don’t need a degree
I don’t want to be part of that jealousy
Maybe college just isn’t for me?
I’ll finish finals week but then I’m done
Snap my fingers and disappear
No more fear.
I refuse to go along with others views
No matter the people
No matter how true
My truth is unique
One day they’ll say it’s okay
But for now I’ll keep picking the lock
In my cell

Can you tell?

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Our souls would rather miss the moon
than the yellow sun
We crave for dusk more than dawn
We say goodbye when all we ever wanted
was hello
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The beauty of the moon is like nothing else,
It can make us stop, mesmerized by its spell.
The beauty of the moon is a mystery,
It can make us pause and feel the history.
It's like a distant light in the night,
A timeless beauty that will never take flight.

The beauty of the moon is a mystery,
It can make us pause and feel the history.
It's like a dream that never fades,
A beauty that no one can ever evade.
It's like a symbol of hope and peace,
A beauty that will never cease.

The beauty of the moon can make us dream,
It's like a whisper, a story that never seems.
It's like a symbol of hope and peace,
A beauty that will never cease.

In shadows cast by memories old,
A journey starts, stories untold.
Exploring paths of heart and mind,
Leaving past's chains far behind.

From broken pieces, a new you shall rise,
Unfurling wings 'neath hopeful skies.
Love the soul that dwells within,
Forgiving faults, letting healing begin.

Embrace the scars that time has wrought,
In self-discovery, lessons are sought.
With courage bold, you'll find your way,
Fixing, growing, in the light of each day.

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I don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to dream
I don’t want to see your face…
Every time I close my eyes.
Even if you are sleeping next to me…
You are still in my dreams.
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A hopeless romantic, I, with self-destructive whims,
Struggles to embrace the love within, lost in dim.
Depressive episodes, a persistent tide,
Yet I dream of a love where hearts coincide.

A wager placed on every chance, "the one" I'd find,
Believing that love could heal a troubled mind,
In my optimistic world, where all can mend,
I hold on to the faith, that love will transcend.

A romantic with an aesthetic so bright,
Manic and passionate, day and night,
Through all the highs and lows, I stand tall,
For in love's embrace, I hope to find it all.

The emptiness inside me grows,
As I miss you more and more,
My heart aches with every beat,
For the one that I adore.

I long to hear your voice again,
To see your face and feel your touch,
But all I have are memories,
And they're just not enough.

The world keeps turning, day by day,
But time stands still for me,
For all I can think about is you,
And how much you mean to me.

The distance between us feels so vast,
Like an ocean we can't cross,
And I'm left here in this lonely place,
Feeling like I've lost.

But still, I hold onto hope,
That someday we'll be together again,
Until then, I'll keep missing you,
And longing for the time when.

The day will come when we'll embrace,
And all my sorrow will fade away,
Until then, I'll keep holding on,
To the love that won't decay.

The beauty of flowers is something so grand,
It can make us happy, take us to a different land.
It's like looking up at a starry night sky,
Filled with colors that no one can deny.

The beauty of flowers can show us a different world,
A place of joy and peace, free of worry and swirl.
It's like a breath of fresh air,
So much more than colors of pink and fair.

The beauty of flowers is like a dream,
It can enchant us with its spark and gleam.
It's like a love story, unfolding slowly,
Something that can never be fully told by me.
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Accepting that life is cruel
That that’s just the way it is
And that humanity doesn’t deserve happiness
It’s just a cop out
For not taking responsibility
Because if you realize you can have it
If you realize that life can be beautiful
And that you really can be happy
Then all those wasted years
Might crush you beneath their weight
And the suffocating heaviness
Of realizing you were in control all along
Is something you’re too afraid
To hold on your own two shoulders
But listen up baby
Because what I’m about to say is the truth
You are strong enough to carry it
You are strong enough to choose it
Choose yourself
Choose happiness and love
You’re the only one who can make that true
And I promise you
The weight is not unbearable
You can shoulder that grief
All those years lost to worry or pain or trauma
You can shoulder it because
It is temporary
And it is worth it
The reward you reap
From choosing yourself
Is well worth the weight
That isn’t quite as heavy as you fear.

In shadows deep, where struggles reside,
Darkness whispers, fears to confide.
Yet within its grasp, strength does bloom,
Guiding us through nights of gloom.

Through trials and tests, we learn to see,
A light within, burning fiercely and free.
For in life's darkness, courage takes flight,
Illuminating paths with hopeful might.

Battling depression and anxiety,
My thoughts in a turbulent sea.
A mental prison that I cannot flee,
The darkness devours me.

My spirit feels so drained,
The pain I feel so contained.
My voice is left unheard,
My mind is left unstirred.

But deep down I know,
I have strength to show.
So I fight through my fears,
And take on the tears.

Though depression and anxiety may try,
I will never let them win the fight.
I will be brave and strong,
For I know I can carry on.

Time, a strange concept that humans try to define,
A notion of passing, an ever-changing line.
A thing that never stops, an unstoppable force,
It can't be beaten, no matter the course.

We try to use it to heal our pain,
But it only creates a constant strain.
For time never can heal our wounds,
It just gives us time to process the gloom.

We try to find joy and sorrow in time,
But all it does is spread an invisible line.
It's never a cure for the issues we face,
Just a reminder of the troubles we must embrace.

Time is a tool, not a cure,
And it's something we must endure.
So don't think it will heal your heart,
For it only can give you a place to start.
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Now I am, what I never want to be
Reflection of a monster in my eyes as you can see....

They whispered softly, "The art most divine,
Is gazing into one's soul when passions entwine."
To which I replied, with a thought profound,
"In a loved one's eyes, beauty can be found."

He loved me
like i loved Him.
But I loved Him,
like he loved Me

I loved him
Like he loved me.
But,
He loved me
Like she loved him.

She was an empty canvas, a soul untold,
Brushstrokes of dreams, waiting to unfold.
In the gallery of life, a masterpiece in disguise,
Her heart whispered secrets, reflected in her eyes.

Silent echoes of pain, etched on her skin,
Yet, a resilient spirit, ready to begin.
With colors of hope, she painted her way,
A symphony of emotions, in the light of day.

Each stroke, a story, a chapter unsaid,
In the tapestry of life, where love gently spread.
She was an empty canvas, but not for long,
For the artist within, found where she belonged.

Through trials and tears, her portrait took shape,
A resilient soul, no longer an empty drape.
In the canvas of her life, hues of strength and grace,
A masterpiece emerged, in life's boundless space.

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You are not a disgrace,
You are not worthless,
You are not ugly,
You are not imperfect,
You are not weak,
You are not dumb,
You are not fake.
You are a human,
You are real.
You can face anything,
You are a winner.
You can smile,
You are pretty.
You are wonderful,
You can do anything,
You deserve everything!
But, Remember,
You are a human too,
Do lean on us,
Do share your pain,
Do cry with us,
Do laugh with us,
And do be with us.
We are there for you,
We will be there for you,
We care for you!
We will stand by you!
We love you!

I love you in verses
in the poetic curses
Ones that are scribbled for you
Ones that are screaming for you
It's a cadence of the melody
won't you hear the beats
I love you in rhythms
In the poetic schisms
In hungers, in thirsts
In devotions, in possessions
I love you insatiably
I love you unexplainably
I love you unapologetically
I love you passionately and
most importantly
I love you hopelessly